Supernatural Quality: Update

Maryanna Gabrie

 "Never give in—never, never, never, never."
                                                                        - W.C.

After my last blog post, AJ and I worked hard at blocking the spot where I spotted the doe's exit. She had been enjoying many garden delicacies and has recently snacked on peony and rhubarb, their leaves being a little tougher I suppose, and so more of an acquired taste. Our fix wasn't pretty, but it was better than the pitch fork arrangement I had going.

Three days have passed with no break-ins. I celebrated. In my dreams, I mentally composed the blog to you all sharing my joy. Spotted the one hopeful red Geum in my flower bed and planned to post a picture here as my cause celebre. I even lifted the remay from the vegetable beds and the apple tree yesterday. Slept like a baby. That was how confident I was. 

Not a flower in sight.
Still some green though..
Hope. 

Shock. This morning she was back.This deer is starting to take on a supernatural quality which I know sounds off the wall, but I can't help it. As in when a Navajo bad guy possesses an animal to bother someone a medicine man does not like. All I can say is this deer is not acting like a normal deer, hence the analogy. 

This morning, she had a great time munching through the beans and the remaining rosebuds then chomped into what was left of a crunchy fatsia tree. The red Geum is gone. When I made my heated appearance, she exited via a rear open gate.

Mea culpa.The thing is though, and let me be clear, she would have had to jump down six feet into a dark narrow passage with a medieval looking high stone wall to one side. Please understand there is a first gate before it. It's pretty intense she came in this way. 

So now, everything is covered again. The front gate is locked with a chain and padlock. This new entry point is blocked with wire and boards.

I dunno know.... I really don't. 

Hours Later Update:
Night has almost fallen and I was listening to my show with the kitchen door open. Good thing. I heard two loud cracks. By jove, she was kicking the very gate with her hooves, absolutely incroyable that a deer would do this. I know it was her because I saw her hightailing it from the scene of the crime as I yelled. This gate is stiff and has a chain and it held throughout her athletic administrations. To be sure, I have placed my trusty pitch fork and boards with nails as reinforcement. Feeling watchful, but better. Certainly is abnormal deer behaviour. Will be up at dawn for she will try again, but I feel the fortifications will hold. Living under siege is not pretty. Have water, rice and beans. I will never surrender. Holding fast to the remaining green pepper plant. Never say die. 
The Following Morning - Dawn:
No audible warning. Didn't hear a thing. She was in the garden this morning at first light and was skillfully removed the reemay. Get this. She came in through the two foot crawl space. Shopping for an electric fence this morning. Uncanny. And very creepy. She will ruin the wall at this rate. Rocks have tumbled everywhere. 

"We shall go on to the end... we shall defend our Island [and green pepper plants], whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender."
- Winston Churchill