In case you haven’t heard, I’ve got voles.
The little critters were content to nibble on dandelion greens but then “discovered” the onion sets and swiss chard seedlings this morning. I have one thing to say about that: $#%^!
Anyway, this trouble isn’t exactly “new” to gardens and gardeners. And as Andrew Keys rightly pointed out today on RW&G’s Facebook page, calling them “voles” makes it sort of fun to complain about them. (Sort of…)
Goin’ retro, I went looking (okay, Googling) for rodents in old-school victory gardens and came up with this 1944 article by G.C. Oderkirk, which warns the bastards’ populations are cyclical. Hello, upswing.
Let me close this short post with a warning to the varmint(s) out back: my favorite preschool rhyme was this song and I had a cat named PhuPhu once, so I’m not going to call any fairies into rescue you if a cat, hawk or snake comes along to take you out.
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