Toads and Bunnies

Look on the Roof!

Interesting wildlife news from our yard…  Topping the list is this adorable toad sitting on top of the Toad House that our friends Gail and John Miller gave us many years ago after we expressed our enthusiasm that our little pond had attracted real, live toads!

For those of you who don’t know, I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico, which is officially “high altitude grassland,” because we’re supposed to get 7.5 inches of rain a year.  Lately, we’ve gotten quite a lot less, but haven’t been reclassified to desert, yet.  Therefore, toads and tadpoles (of which our tiny pond is currently supporting quite a few) are very exciting.

Less exciting is discovering after several bunny-free years, a juvenile rabbit has gotten into our back yard.  So far it has eaten the newly sprouted Swiss Chard and arugula; two eggplant plants (which retailed at something like four dollars apiece, so definitely not cheap); and portions of two rows of newly sprouted tepary beans.  We can replant the beans, thank heavens, and hopefully we’ll be able to score more Swiss chard seeds, but I am less than enchanted—especially since I can’t find out how it got in.

I mean, just because my latest releases—Library of the Sapphire Wind and Aurora Borealis Bridge—are portal fantasies doesn’t mean I want my yard to be a wild rabbit’s magical kingdom of Lunch.

I’ve only seen the bunny twice, and maybe it spotting me will convince it to go elsewhere.  However, as a precaution, Jim is busy with chicken wire and trying to block gaps in the fence. We can hope, but hope can always use a little help.

Off to go look for it again…

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3 Responses to “Toads and Bunnies”

  1. Louis Robinson Says:

    Planted some lilies a couple of years ago, and just after they came up a rabbit nibbled off the bud on top and the leaves down one side of the stalk. No idea why it didn’t go for the rest of the plants, just the one side.

    Makes me appreciate the feral cats more 😉

  2. Jerry House Says:

    My grandma tried about everything to keep rabbits out of her substantial garden. She swore that she had given up when we found a rabbit climbing the two foot chicken wire fence.
    My great uncle provided the solution by replacing the rebar stakes with fiberglass rods and hooking a fence charger to the chicken wire. No more rabbits, although the occasional string of profanity drifted from the garden when my grandma forgot that the fence was “hot”.

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