The first night I planted the cabbage and kale, he pulled up one cabbage seedling and laid it neatly on its side next to the planting hole. That seems to have satisfied his curiosity. My theory is that his ancestral memory kicks in whenever something is planted. He remembers when the earliest farmers put a fish in each planting hole to provide nutrients for the seedling. Having found no fish in that one hole, he will not look for fish again until I begin to put out the organic fertilizer in a week or so.
On other nights since that first one, he has dipped a paw into the ground here and there, near the seedlings but not enough to disturb them. Since I supply him with fresh water at ground level throughout the year, perhaps the racoon and I will be able to work something out. I did have to put my foot down about the bird feeders in the spring, and things have calmed down considerably since then.
No comments:
Post a Comment