This year my garden has been blessed with volunteers, at least two in this picture. (You may need to click on the picture to see the little fellow with his back to the camera.)
"What's the windmill?" Virginia asks. It's a mole-chaser that spins around as the wind blows and sends vibrations down the pole into the soil, which, supposedly, moles don't like. The reddish brown box on the locust post to the right of the mole-chaser is an ultrasonic DeerGuard, which doesn't power up any more for some reason I haven't figured out. Fortunately, knock on wood, this year we haven't had any deer volunteering to nibble on our gardens. A few rabbits run away whenever I approach the carrots.
"Okay mom, I'm not quite ready anyway."
"Neither are we," says today's only models that are not volunteers.
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