Child’s Garden

VDH UltraRemembering the Old Breed. Part Two

Victor Davis Hanson A Child’s Garden of Animals I once talked to the Land Bank officer, a smart though cranky accountant near retirement. He called our farming operation “non-rational,” after he viewed the layout of my grandfather’s 120 acres. My Punjabi neighbor (who begrudgingly admitted that, as one of the first Sikhs to arrive in …

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VDH UltraThey’re Back! Warring Against the Icteridae. Part Two

Victor Davis HansonA Child’s Garden of Animals Any more creative (i.e., stupid) ideas? In Fields Without Dreams I wrote about our Ruby Seedless vineyard fiasco in which our cutting-edge new vineyard variety of big beautiful red grapes rotted the moment they were ready to harvest (the Ag extension officer once told me the once supposedly …

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VDH UltraThey’re Back! Warring Against the Icteridae. Part One

Victor Davis Hanson A Child’s Garden of Animals Each March swarms of blackbirds arrive in the yard to mate, nest, hatch their eggs—and make themselves detested. Life is quiet and clean until March and then again in late June when most disappear. But now they seem to believe they own the environs and will alter …

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VDH UltraA Child’s Garden of Animals. Mr. Possum and His Pecan Tree. Part Two 

Victor Davis Hanson As I said, I used to hunt at the woodpile and usually at sunset. One early evening, a huge “thing” broke out of the woodpile. I assumed it was some sort of coyote (distance was only 40 yards, but the wood pile and lengthy shadows camouflaged the target.) I shot once and …

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VDH UltraA Child’s Garden of Animals. Mr. Possum and His Pecan Tree. Part One

Victor Davis Hanson  A Child’s Garden I think I was six or seven before I fully realized the farm was swarming with opossums. Given they were nocturnal creatures, I never saw one—until one day sometime around 1960, my grandfather asked us to go the henhouse near the barn and collect eggs. This time I noticed …

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