And in this corner. My orchard. The battle has begun. It doesn't bode well that we are not living on the property yet so I know those beasts think they have the upper hand.
What they don't know is….I am a fighter. Rocky is my middle name. Well, not exactly. But...I can sing all the verses to the song "Eye of the Tiger". What can I say? Child of the 80's here.
Ahem. Deer. Back to the issue at hand.
After all the work on the orchard and getting most of the trees all nicely pruned and cut back, those wildebeests are working their magic on the trunks with their antlers. Ugh! I have got to figure this one out and fast. They keep this up and we will lose a few more trees, for sure. I have wrapped the base of some of the trees with a plastic lawn fencing, but I believe it's going to be a matter of time before they figure that one out.
I read somewhere that if you hang some bars of soap from the tree then they are slightly deterred. I'm not sure though if that works. That would be a massive soap bar order wouldn't it?
"Customer service, how can I help you?"
"Well, I'd like to order a 100 bars of your Irish Spring."
"A 100 bars?"
"Yes. We are a really smelly family here, so if you could just rush that order please I sure would appreciate it."
Okay, maybe that would be a little fun. Alright I admit it, a whole lot of fun. I don't get out much….
Deer. You will not win. Growing up, I have watched Rocky with my father like a bazillion amount of times. (He was a fan.) I know who wins. And soon you will learn that as well.
So move over bacon. Here comes sizzlean. (Sorry…80's again.)