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May 04, 2009

The Blueberries Are A Comin'

The deer can't wait...

Posted by Mr. Bingley at May 4, 2009 11:07 AM

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I feel your pain. I have 5 bushes for over 10 years now. I have yet to harvest a single berry.

Posted by: Rob at May 4, 2009 11:49 AM

I've got 20 or so planted...and 7 deer in the gully who are just licking their chops.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at May 4, 2009 12:16 PM

Can't you shoot said deer?

Posted by: wunderkraut at May 4, 2009 02:53 PM

Nope. Not in my town. The only thing the deer have to fear are SUVs.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at May 4, 2009 03:09 PM

Poison saltlicks.

Gonna try and hang some more Irish Spring deterrent?

Posted by: Cullen at May 4, 2009 03:21 PM

That settles it...have a deer round up! I'm sure there are lots of suburbinites who have giant SUV's who have never done anything outdoor-sy before. Get them together and go "deer hunting".

Results: Fewer deer and tasty meat!

Posted by: wunderkraut at May 4, 2009 03:39 PM

The deer around here keep up their strength by eating hostas while they wait for the blueberries.

Posted by: Retread at May 4, 2009 03:50 PM

Try a pellet gun, Mr. Bingley. My brother lives on an island where the deer are pretty much an infestation. Shooting them with live ammo is possible, under state game laws, but the season is limited, and the local population is 80% Ancient Hippy, each and every one of whom wuvs the f**king little s**ts with all their drug addled hearts. So the midget monstrosities roam freely, without fear of humans. It's not natural.

Growing a garden there requires a high fence and the patience of Job. But The Bro finds that a pellet gun does a nice job of scaring them away. For a while. And they can use it in or out of season.

I suggested a crossbow, but The Bro is a law abiding creature. Mostly, anywho.

Posted by: JeffS at May 4, 2009 11:56 PM

Oh, I hope you get at least some of the blueberries. I know the wabbits don't like red pepper--maybe deer don't, either?

Posted by: Kate P at May 4, 2009 11:59 PM

Hehe, Cullen I put out the fresh bars of Irish Spring last week!

Plus something that goes by the charming name of "putrefied egg solids" and smells like, er, well, putrefied egg solids, oddly enough.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at May 5, 2009 07:01 AM