The squirrels, caterpillars, birds, and rabbits are beginning to win.
Back in March, I wrote about the squirrels digging in the garden. Since that post, I’ve tried a number of methods to drive them away: plastic owls, brightly colored pinwheels, repellent powder, and little bags of coyote urine crystals.
I’ve had the best luck with the coyote crystals, but they have to be shaken every few days (which is gross) and they smell (also gross) and they seem to be signalling to the dog that she can poop around and between my raised beds (grossest of all).
Still, I get the occasional excavation, which always seems directed at the roots, and last week something dug the last of my Fire ‘n Ice radishes, took a single bite out of each one, and cast the rest aside.
I’m picking loads of caterpillars off the cauliflower, beets, and remaining watermelon radishes. While my daughters cheer at the sight of the pretty white, purple, and yellow butterflies flitting about the garden, I grit my teeth in suppressed rage. As fast as I scrape the eggs off the underside of the leaves, the butterflies return to lay more.
My bush beans are toast. As are my sweet peas. Something is snipping off the shoots. All of the leaves are gone from my beans. Only stalks are left. Toward the end of the week, I had managed to get the peas trained to the trellis, but this morning I saw that the tops were gone. They had been mowed back to stalks and the pretty flowers with their promise of reward were decimated. The leaves of my peppers have also been neatly snipped away.
I have no idea what is doing this. Is it a bird? A rabbit? Something more sinister? Was I mistaken in assuming that the family of robins that I welcomed at the top of the drainpipe would only eat worms and insects? Starlings?
I shudder to think what will happen once the tomatoes and cucumber start to fruit. If they ever get the chance.