Encouraging my children to get involved in our garden has been quite the adventure… Even though we don’t necessarily take the same lessons out of the garden, it has had an impact on each one of us in one way or another. This rambling…ahem…memoir…was prepared by my eldest daughter as a “guest blogger” who apparently found our encounters with a very hungry bunny last year very unsettling! Watching her read, edit and re-word this narrative has once again provided me with yet another special memory of my big girl growing up. This little glimpse into her budding imagination has been a very entertaining (and sometimes humbling) view of a shared event from my child’s perspective, so neat. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have!
I am not a gardener… but I will help from time to time with watering. Occasionally if I’m in a good mood, I will also help with planting. When I read this blog it brought back some pretty annoying memories. My mother is very big with gardening, meaning me and my other relatives come a close second to her beloved veggie babies. Sometimes she would come from work and she wouldn’t say hi to us or our dad but just stomped towards her garden and violently started to weed. That’s how we knew it was a bad day at work. She takes very good care of her plants and even my “less than inclined gardener” father was on the scene when an unexpected visitor started to make unscheduled appearances.
The bunny.

Can I have some of those garden goodies? Please? I am hungry!
His plan must have been to show up right when my mom was leaving for work so that all she could really do was yell for the little bunny to go away. He just stood on his two paws with his ears up, usually munching on some lettuce, peas or kale. My mom was furious just watching the thing sit there happily munching. We also had other problems as well, such as deer trying to eat our flowers. So the next summer, after my mother spent weeks of planning, shopping and researching, we finally put up our electric fence. It may have kept wild animals partially out but it also kept our dog out as well. He like to eat kale too. We were working in the garden one day when he ran up and got shocked. He shrieked and started to run around the yard in circles yelping. (It won’t actually hurt him though.) So we had succeeded with keeping the dogs out who would sit in the garden eating our kale and the deer when it was actually turned on. (It is my job to make sure it is on at night. I have really bad memory).
So we were set for a while until the little bunny returned. Sometimes we would send the dog in after him but the dog isn’t all that smart and didn’t have a chance of catching the bunny. And in the slim chance that he did, he probably would have no idea what to do with it. So he was usually just our “back up” in those situations but only really succeeded in chasing it away.
When my dad got in to the action he brought up the idea of just using a paintball gun and shooting the thing to get it moving but was quickly extinguished when my mom thought the idea was crazy. He is from Northern Ontario and used to hunt with his dad. He was astonished when he found out that kids in Nova Scotia didn’t get a week off in the fall to go goose hunting with the whole family. One day my dad walked in the house with a new slingshot from Canadian Tire. He said that it wouldn’t really hurt the bunny, just get it to go away. He asked me and my sister to fill up a red bucket full of small rocks. By the time he actually hit the bunny – after many, many, many attempts – he simply jumped up in the air landed back on the ground and continued his business eating. Later on in the year the slingshot broke and we just had to accept the that was life and in life there are bunnies. So if you ever had a bunny don’t try to hurt it or scare it away you just have to accept that he’s there and you’re helping him live. It’s not like he can eat all your garden in one day. Or you can just get a dog. Either way embrace the fact that your garden is so great that you even attract nightmares of hares!
– Ally Griffin (not my real name!)
Love it!! We used to have bunnies frequent the garden. I would plant a ‘bunny patch’ just for them, because we’re nice. Our deer babies (all grown up now) come back to munch on the ripe figs in summer, but I pick the ones higher up (provided the crows don’t get them first).
Hm…sounds like you need to build UP a bit. A (fenced?) keyhole garden (http://wp.me/p28k6D-9r might be in your future! It’ll keep most critters — as well as the cricks in your back — out. 😀
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We actually got a pile of chicken wire and mesh to build a little perimeter fence, fingers crossed…
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Ally Griffin (not her real name) is a wonderful author! Chicken wire on the fence keeps ours out now—except for that time I didn’t see one hiding inside when I closed the gate and he spent the night at the buffet…
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Oh dear! We did procure a pile of chicken wire last fall for a little perimeter fence this year, I am also thinking I amy just plant him a little bunny buffet so he will leave mine alone! I will pass your comments along to “Ally”!
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What a lovely post! Depending on your soil, you may have to also build down and bury some of the chicken wire to prevent them from digging under your fence.
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Good idea! We have gravel and crusher dust 12 inches deep under the raised bed perimeter (at least the 3 sides that are finished…) I am hoping to build the fence up from the composite boards. If that fails, I will dig down too….or hubby will at least!!
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