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May 14, 2007


Beth T

Oh dear. Yard Bunny is on my S*** List too, ever since he blithely hopped over the rose bushes and tried a nibble. Grrrrrr. I'm doing anti-rabbit research too, and found a site that might help you out:

I am culling that list and others to see what I can grow that Yard Bunny won't eat, since he's now fatter than ever after racing through my already frostbitten tulips and now my roses. Hopefully some of that stuff will grow in Michigan!


I don't know, I'm thinking rabbits might be preferrable to the white-tailed deer we deal with here. Rabbits go under; deer go over and through...

Beth in WI

My mother always sprinkled dried blood at the borders. Don't look at me like that, she got it in bags. I think Ortho makes it. Also try brushing your dogs and putting their fur on the fences. If they think they might get eaten by dogs, maybe they will slow down enough to make good rifle targets. Good luck!


Dried blood works, but can attract coyotes. Do you have actual bunnies or those darned jackrabbits? Up here, we bury the bottom of the fencing down at least 6 inches to prevent any varmint from digging under. That was after the year Ralph grew his prize winning cantalopes...the evening before, we'd go out to check to see which one to pick in the morning for breakfast. Sure enough, as soon as we got to the garden we'd see that particular one rolled off the vine and a big bite taken out of it. Even though there was a hot-wire around the garden, this continued to happen. It was raccoons! The sneaky little bastards would climb on a rock and jump over the fence and nab the perfect melon.
I'd be makin' Hassenpfeffer 'bout now. ;-)


Oh, can I relate to this blog! They have been digging up things in the yard and eating the green parts and leaving the roots to die in the blazing sun. They are desert cottontails and have slightly longer ears than regular cottontails but aren't nearly as big as the jackrabbits. Those dudes can travel. These sit and stare at you when you yell at them. I almost hit one with a rock the other day. Guess we will try and bury the fence part way when we put it up. These rabbits are horrid but so are the antelope squirrels and the cows who roam on the open range that we live in out here. Going to look at the link from the U of A. Thanks!

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