When you see a little fawn nursing its mother right in front of you, of course you are going to think “how adorable, how cute — just like Bambi.' But what you don’t think of is that …
When you see a little fawn nursing its mother right in front of you, of course you are going to think “how adorable, how cute — just like Bambi.' But what you don’t think of is that there are loads of other Bambis and all of them are going to grow up to eat your newly planted little trees, or anything else of yours that they find tasty, or get together with a group of friends and eat an acre of a farmer’s carefully planted sweet peppers all in one night or practice denting new cars by running across the road in front of them. I don’t know who is in charge of the hunting seasons, but it’s time they did something, even if it is only for Little over the Compton.
I keep reading that it is going to be a cold winter due to El Niño, but so far it has been far from one. My sporadic note taking shows first white frosts on the sixth or seventh of October. This year the lawn wasn’t white until the second of November and there haven’t been too many white lawns since then. I wonder how the apple and peach trees are reacting to this?
The fields don’t get mowed until March or April, giving all the Goldenrods one more chance to be beautiful, not yellow of course, but a fluffy gray leaving you to believe they are frosted.