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Critter Warfare Continues

Last week, I went out to discover that rabbits like not only beans but my beloved okra too! This called for immediate action. I picked up some netting, some posts, and a container of pellets that are supposed to make the critters turn away in disgust. The pellets seemed to work for about 48 hours. I am guessing that the rabbits just don't care what my okra smells like. So last night, Tony put up the netting. He promises me that he investigated the world record for how high a rabbit can leap. He also promises that the fence is higher than that, yet low enough for me to step over. We shall see.






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  1. Persistent squirrels in my bird feeders are driving me crazy! I read that cayenne pepper discourages them, and the birds remain unharmed because they can't taste it. You may also want to try--maybe your mammals won't like it either! The fence may just do the job, though. Fingers crossed for you.

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  2. I have bird netting ALL over my blueberry bushes for this very reason. Makes it take much longer to pick, but I don't care. Nothing drives me crazier than the critters eating my hard-won produce!

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  3. your garden looks lovely! It won't take long for them to dig under the fence if they are desperate though. Watch out for holes along the fence line! Rowanne

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