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| buckthorn bushes, unpalatable to deer and pocket gophers
Photo by J. Harrington
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We're wishing the local whitetail herd found buckthorn as tasty as the find the black chokeberry bushes in the side yard. (There's a surprising similarity in appearance between the two although the chokeberry berries seem more numerous.) We thought of moving the chokeberry bushes to a fenced area on top of the hill behind the house, next to the apple tree, but then the pocket gophers will just come and eat the chokeberry roots. Ah, the joys of country living.
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| black chokeberries, tasty to whitetails
Photo by J. Harrington
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Speaking of pocket gophers, the traps we set a week or so ago turned out to have been placed in a largely abandoned tunnel area. We moved them this morning to tunnels next to a large, fresh mound of sand on the West side of the pear tree. We'll check in a day or two, once it cools down, to see if the move was worthwhile. Moving pocket gopher traps on a hot, humid, deer-fly filled day is not something to be undertaken lightly or comfortably. Ah, the joys of Summertime.
The deer flies have been bad enough over the past few days that the Better Half's dog, Franco, the border collie cross, has started to hallucinate and snap at imaginary deer flies in the house, even when there are no deer flies visible to the saner members of the household. Ah, the joys of dog ownership.
This Morning I Pray for My Enemies
And whom do I call my enemy?
An enemy must be worthy of engagement.
I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking.
It’s the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind.
The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun.
It sees and knows everything.
It hears the gnashing even as it hears the blessing.
The door to the mind should only open from the heart.
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.
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