I’ve planted trees for the last several years in an attempt to fill in behind the dead and dying balsam and paper birch on portions of our property. It wasn’t until last spring, though, that many were nibbled off by a snowshoe hare, or hares. So I shouldn’t have been surprised a few days ago when I stood up from planting a couple of yellow birch seedlings and saw a snowshoe hare staring back at me, apparently waiting for me to move on so he could selectively eat, out of a sea of brush, my future forest. Sure enough, when I went back to fence the two seedlings today, they’d already been decapitated, along with a number of others I’d planted.
Now I know how Elmer Fudd felt.
Steve Wilson
Isabella
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I’m reviewing all the old Looney Toons cartoons to see if I can learn anything from Elmer Fudd. What I’ve learned so far is that the Wabbit always wins.
Steve
On May 30, 2026, at 8:07 AM, Andrew David <andrew....@gmail.com> wrote:
On May 30, 2026, at 8:07 AM, Andrew David <andrew....@gmail.com> wrote: