You know they say that your corn should be knee-high by the 4th of July. Here it is July 8th. How did I do? Of course that’s the ONE spot in my yard where I get enough sunlight to prove the axiom true–the rest of it lags behind. Of course, even if it matures, I won’t get any of it. The squirrels will. If I had my way the yard would be like Squirrel-Stalingrad. Nature’s little high-wire act, my a**. The pocket gophers I don’t mind so much. Mrs. Pinetar and I have one we refer to affectionately as “Chip”. My cat eats them like popcorn, though. And they are only “sport-kills” as he will never eat them and he’ll eat just about anything he kills.
Mrs. Pinetar is from the city and she has not seen any of these animals mostly. One day I came home and she informed me that we had a “Beaver” in the yard and then produced photos of a groundhog (See Below)
Now no one in my family is mistaking any groundhog. We’ve all shot plenty of them. Even my mother shot a few. Since she’s a lefty, she’s the only one who could shoot out the bathroom window (a great vantage point but not for right handers). My dad is a big gardener and ONE lousy groundhog can DESTROY his garden in one afternoon. That’s why they were dispatched harshly, and still are. I can’t do that in my yard but if my tomatoes and cukes were eaten, I’d have to re-think that one. –fog