|Mandy Mae catches a mole!|
After I skin the critter and nail his hide to the barn door, I'll find the backstrapp, dip it in flour and fry it briefly.
I'm just fooling with you.
I told Mandy I'd give her steak for dinner if she ever caught a mole. At the end of plot #8 I see her pawing at something. She can smell moles digging in the dirt and if she steps on a tunnel, she has Carte Blanche to dig to China if she feels a need. The pawing means she caught something. This dumbass was trying to dig across the gravel road. He was inches from the surface, finding the way under a former state highway a bit tough.
Think I'm getting a little jiggy with the three days of 95+ degree temps, a 3 week drought and today 50 degrees at 5 am? No way. Around each and every plant I put in 9,250 sq. ft of garden plots I have to surround it with wooden stakes to prevent moles from tunneling under the plants. Once they tunnel below a plant, it wilts and dies. Do you know how many wooden stakes I make in a given year. Plenty hundreds. My table saw motor is on the fritz because of all the ripping of pine boards. I not only have three tubs, 36 inches in diameter filled with stakes but I grade them by size. Then there are the bundled stakes in the tool shed. Any old board I find, I'll examine to put into service for mole barriers.
I use cardboard and kraft paper feed sacks for mulch. Moles love the cool soil and feed on worms under the mulch. Sometimes the stakes I surround plants break off or become hidden in the dirt. Plays havoc with my tiller.
|Still having trouble with the camera-pink edge, poor focus.|
I over plant to cover the vagaries of weather and insects.When rabbits overran the place, I first threw water balloons at them. They snickered at this big dummy. Then, I got a dog, not to thwart rabbits, but for the companionship. This morning I point down the road to the corn field. Rabbit, I tell Mandy. She understands the difference between rabbit and squirrel. Rabbit races into the undergrowth which is wet and tangley with stickers. Mandy follows. A minute later she comes out full of stick-tight round green balls, soaked to the skin. She examines the spot where the rabbit sat on the road. In her dog brain she 'll remember this. I give her a "good girl" hug. No rabbit will be feeding on young cucumber, tender spinach, snow pea plants or young pole bean plants-not if it wants to see the end of summer.
So, I'll be pressure cooking beans, rolling out a pie crust for apple pie, baking a chicken and Mandy will dine on Flat Iron steak sauteed in butter. It's cool today, I look on the bright side and even thought the rain is light, I'm caught up and can take the day off.