To be sung to the tune of
“My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean” — with feeling:
A bunny is cute on a napkin,
winsome and snug on a card,
but bunnies tear my little garden
to pitiful flower graveyard.
Refrain: Rabbits, rabbits!
You cost me a bundle each year, each year!
Hie thee thither,
each cottontail and long ear!
Verse 2: Poor hapless forlorn pollinator
that searches for nectar and bliss,
no pollen to stick to his knickers,
no petal to tickle and kiss.
Refrain: Rose canes, rose canes,
discreetly positioned, a rabbit fence!
Come, ye buzzers and swallowtails!
Rabbits, begone! Get thee hence!
In my last house, I had a gorgeous pollinator garden (header photo). Butterflies and bees held conventions there. Here, no hope. The rabbits devour buds, sprouts, petals. And want more. Always more. I am not a lawn person so I have all kinds of clover for them. It matters not.
Then there are chipmunks, digging and tearing through roots. I don’t care what Walt Disney says, they aren’t cute either.
I have wasted money on commercial “repellents.” My garden muse, Medusa McGregor, suggested rose canes one year, and I think she was on to something.
I hasten to add that there are some rabbits with manners; we had one once.
Here is evidence of how well the rose canes work:
This is the second round of buds on this poor coreopsis. The first round was destroyed.
Hasenpfeffer, anyone?
I am Gardener:
Oddments 