Clan Raccoon has gained another victory in the ongoing skirmish. They invaded the sweet corn patch again last night and ate another half dozen or more of the best ears. They only go for the highest quality ears of sweet corn. They leave the little ears for me.
This is pay back for me decimating their numbers. It must have been a sizable clan. This is not the work of a lone raccoon. I know two more were seen on the deck at the capture of number four. Then again, a whole other brigade could be living in the territory across the scenic byway.
I can't stand the mess and cleaned up after dinner like I do every night. The fall garden is germinating in those bare rows and I can't have corn carcasses sitting on top of sprouting seedlings.
There will be no sweet corn for me!
A wise man would stop growing corn. Considering where I live and every things that is out there, it is a wonder I get any produce at all from an unfenced garden in the wilderness. I just don't get any sweet corn.
I do get all kinds of flowers. The Clematis stans is blooming nicely. The plant is terribly hard to photograph. The tiny, pale lilac flowers don't show up well in pictures. In person it is quite showy.
Corn B. Maybe I enjoy the challenge or the drama. Maybe I just have too many seeds and enough space that needs filling. Maybe I need to get a gun.
Maybe next year I will plant sweet potatoes.