My Wild Life
Not every deer arrives with Santa, snow sleds or at Christmastime.
Last night, I returned home after a date night with my husband. The few streetlights were dim but lit the road well enough. As we pulled closer to our property there was a deer waiting on me—only to find out it was not one but six.
Deer are not strangers in our subdivision—they are fairly domesticated. Here, you see them all year round.
While some people like deer and even feed them, others in the neighborhood will do anything to keep them away, even hurt them. I’m neutral. Although I’m not happy when they eat my flowers or find comfort on my mondo grass, I still find them cute. I would never harm them, but I would ask them kindly to leave my property.
The best way to send deer away is simply asking them not to come back. All it takes is to sprinkle urine in and around the area where they lie down. You don’t have to go through the drama of buying coyote urine; any urine will do the trick.
I waited until the next morning, peed in a Styrofoam cup, and walked to the yard to complete my mission. And I found another problem.
As soon as my feet hit the grass, my steps felt uneven. At first I thought it was nothing, but when the problem persisted, I looked down…and what did I see? Trails! Aha, now I have moles. Hmmm, I dumped the urine on the trail thinking maybe they, like the deer, would get the hint and skedaddle. It’s needless to say what my husband thought about it, “Keep your urine in the toilet and just call a pest control company.”
I tend to listen to my husband, so I did.
Stay tuned to hear what happens next.
It’s wild out here.