Last November, I
killed my first deer.
It was one of the high points of the year, despite the fact that during
the same twelve month period I got married and learned to take
vacations. Now that hunting season has come around again, I'm
ashamed to say that the delicious taste of venison is not enough to
tempt me to take up arms. Why not? Because, for the first
autumn ever, our garden is 100% deer free.
A month ago, I saw the
signs of an incursion on my daily patrol. One of the three beets
I managed to germinate during the late summer heat had been kicked out
of the soil, its tops eaten off, and I followed the deer tracks to a
bed of swiss chard that had been similarly defoliated. The deer
damage occurred right where I knew it would --- where one of last
year's old-version deer deterrents had failed and was replaced by a
deterrent with more of a bell-like chime than a metallic bang.
"Please make that one louder," I begged Mark, and he added in a metal
bowl for the golf ball to strike. I fired a few shots into the
woods above where I heard a rustling, and the garden has been safe ever
since.
As a result, we're
eating nearly completely from the garden still, despite it being two
weeks 'til Thanksgiving. The deer-free mustard greens are huge
and sweet and there are so many that I barely seem to make a dent with
my daily picking. The Black-seeded Simpson and Bibb Lettuce make
for daily salads, and our broccoli is sending out enough side shoots
(after we picked the 10 inch wide main heads) that we eat broccoli once
a week as well. I took a look at the high prices of broccoli in
the grocery store the other day and figure that our deer deterrents have probably saved us a
couple of hundred dollars in product costs for the fall garden
alone. Victory sure tastes sweet!