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August 24, 2000 - Deer: a beautiful bane to gardeners6A - The Suffolk Times • August 24, 2000 Deer: a beautiful bane to gardeners It's good to be back home again after weeks in a hospital with its super- sterile atmosphere of white. How good it was to drive up our long tree -lined driveway and then look across to the back pasture with its greenery. At the far end was the windmill telling us which way the slight- est zephyr was coming from. It was good to just stop and lis- ten to the cicadas ����� calling in the tree- tops. ON Cicadas love heat — the hotter NATURE the day, the more by Paul they sing. There- Stoutenburgh fore it's the heat of August when we hear them best, and what a rising call they have. We kids did- n't know them as cicadas. We always called them "locusts" which, of course, in a truly technical term, they are not. Often you'll find them on the ground, probably after they've mated, for then -they die. Their big, dark, stubby bodies, with their green glass -like wings and bulging eyes are a real curio to look at. Later the female will lay her eggs and then she, too, dies. The young hatch, fall to the ground and burrow in, where they remain for from four to 20 years, depending on the species and location. They emerge after this underground life to start the cycle over again. And can you believe it? On the way home from the hospital the other day there was an adult cicada, spent, lying in the driveway, reminding us once again of nature's mysterious ways. As evening takes over the night, sounds fill the woods and trees around us. The katydid sings its repetitive tree- top song, "katy -did, katy- didn't, katy- did," along with the multitude of other little sounds of crickets, tree frogs and their kind. And so, I have returned to this wonderful North Fork to recuperate and learn how to walk again. The very next morning Barbara called to me in a hushed voice, "Come here and see what I see out in the pasture," My eyes scanned the lush green pasture that's been spurred on by the recent rains to exceptional growth. My eyes traveled down past the little orchard, past the clump of Russian olives where CHILDREN'S PROGRAMS Tumbletime - Ages 2 and 3 Playgroups - Ages 1 to 5 Jump -N -Gym - Ages 4 and 5 Dance -N -Works - Age 7 and up. After - School Exercise Classes KARATE CLASSES BIRTHDAY PARTIES Booking now for Fall the cows go to escape the heat, and then by the corner of the grape arbor I was what her excitement was all about — a young spotted fawn nursing beneath its mother. Never before have I seen this private feeding out in the open. Here there was no hiding. We watched in awe as they stood there in perfect innocence, with the fawn's little while tail thrashing back and forth, and an occasional butting of its head against its mother to make the milk flow better. What a pic- ture! I'll probably regret this new addition to the deer herd that lives in our neighbor -, hood, for they have destroyed our orchard and gar- den. During the winter they stripped my moun- tain laurel, ravaged the buds of my prize rhododen- drons and ate the English ivy grow- ing on the trees up as high as they could reach. I'm sure many of my readers have the same problem with deer. They are so brazen they even walk across our patios, eat under our bed- room window and dart back and forth across our drive- and the four or five butterfly bushes are the only color left, as most everything else has been nibbled off by the deer. Never mind. I'm thankful for what they've left, for the color from the zinnia patch and my butterfly bushes have been working overtime attracting but- terflies. The main visitors are what we call the cabbage butterfly, a small, whitish, seemingly, always on the move, one -inch butterfly. Then second in pop- ularity are the monarchs. Next in popu- larity are the yellow swallowtails. while missing many of the natural won- ders about us. I had a lady call me last week about bees — not in her bonnet but in the trunk of her father's car. With a little investigation, I found they were con- fined to little golf - ball -size parchment nests, which meant that they weren't bees at all, but wasps. Bees are nectar - seeking insects while most wasps are carnivorous, meaning they feed on spi- ders and insects of all sorts. They also indulge in nectar, particularly when Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh We all know there are too many deer about. They literally do thousands and thousands of dollars worth of damage to our plants, trees and bushes, to say nothing about their causing accidents on way as we drive in. the highway. In s My heart goes out to the farmer or nurseryman who is vis- ited by one of these herds of deer. In one night they can do thousands of dollars worth of damage. As my eyes left this perfect picture of mother and fawn feeding, I couldn't help but notice the one bit of color left in our garden. The zinnias evidently are not on the deer's menu. They continual- ly put out their colorful heads of yellow, orange, red, pink and violet. The zinnias 0 txi ermusi comes to Southold A good beginning never ends. Music classes for ages birth through 5 years. ome parts of the country they become so tame they come to pose for photographs. The orange- and -black monarch but- terfly is already on its migration south and is stopping off in my garden for refueling. How they persist on their journey south. Through fair weather and storm, over land and water, they push on. In the evening they'll find a communal tree and rest with folded wings until the sun warms them up and they are off on another leg of their jour- ney. 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And the workers do the many jobs of nest building, feeding the young, cleaning and protecting. And so, what do you do when you have a small wasp nest in an area where traffic might interfere with it? We can destroy the nest by pulling it off at night and putting it into a zip -lock bag and dispos- ing of it. But if it's not in the way of traf- fic, just leave it there and time will take care of it. Most of these small paper -wasp nests are guarded, but only when something really affects their safety do the wasps ever sting. You can stand around them, look at them and they will not come and sting you. Most are quite harmless if left alone, the exception being probably the big basketball -size nest, which should be given a wider berth and still left alone. This can have literally thousands of workers in it and if disturbed can really be a problem. So leave things mostly where they are, give wide berth to the big ones and enjoy the small ones, for this is all just part of the world we live in. gust 24, 2000 • The Suffolk Times • SA a beautifli ane eer: o garciener Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh We all know there are too many deer about. They literally do thousands and thousands of dollars worth of damage to our plants, trees and bushes, to say nothing about their causing accidents on the highway. in some parts of the country they become so tame they come to pose for photographs. weeks in a hospital with its super - sterile atmosphere of white. How good it was to drive up our long tree -lined driveway and then look across to the back pasture with its greenery. At the far end was the windmill telling us which way the slight- est zephyr was coming from. It was good to just stop and lis- ten to the cicadas Focus calling in the tree- tops. ON Cicadas love heat — the hotter NATURE the day, the more by Paul they sing. There- Stoutenburgh fore it's the heat of August when we hear them best, and what a rising call they have. We kids did- n't know them as cicadas. We always called them "locusts" which, of course, in a truly technical term, they are not. Often you'll find them on the ground, probably after they've mated, for then they die. Their big, dark, stubby bodies, with their green glass -like wings and bulging eyes are a real curio to look at. Later the female will lay her eggs and then she. too. dies. The young hatch, fall to the ground and burrow in, where they remain for from four to 20 years, depending on the species and location. They emerge after this underground life to start the cycle over again. And can you believe it? On the way home from the hospital the other day there was an adult cicada, spent, lying in the driveway, reminding us once again of nature's mysterious ways. As evening takes over the night, sounds fill the woods and trees around us. The katydid sings its repetitive tree- top song, "katy -did, katy - didn't, katy- did," along with the multitude of other little sounds of crickets, tree frogs and their kind. And so, I have returned to this wonderful North Fork to recuperate and learn how to walk again. The very next morning Barbara called to me in a hushed voice, "Come here and see what I see out in the pasture," My eyes scanned the lush green pasture that's been spurred on by the recent rains to exceptional growth. My eyes traveled down past the little orchard, past the clump of Russian olives where the cows go to escape me neat, aiiu uicu by the corner of the grape arbor I was what her excitement was all about — a young spotted fawn nursing beneath its mother. Never before have I seen this private feeding out in the open. Here there was no hiding. We watched in awe as they stood there in perfect innocence, with the fawn's little while tail thrashing back and forth, and an occasional butting of its head against its mother tc make the milk flow better. What a pic- ture! I'll probabl regret this new addition to the deer herd that Iives in our neighbor- hood, for they have destroyed our orchard and gar- den., During the winter they stripped my moun- tain laurel, ravaged the buds of my prize rhododen- drons and ate the English ivy grow- ing on the trees up as high as they could reach. I'm sure many of my readers have the same problem with deer. They are so brazen they even walk across our patios, eat under our bed- room window and dart back and forth nd the four or five butterfly bushes are he only color left, as most everything Ise has been nibbled off by the deer. ever mind. I'm thankful for what they've left, for the color from the zinnia patch and my butterfly bushes have been working overtime attracting but- terflies. The main visitors are what we call the cabbage butterfly, a small, whitish, seemingly always on the move, one -inch butterfly. Then second in pop- ularity are the monarchs. Next in popu- larity are the yellow swallowtails. The orange- and -black monarch but- terfly is already. on its migration south and is stopping off in my garden for refueling. How they persist on their journey south. Through fair weather and storm, over land and water, they push on. In the evening they'll find a communal tree and rest with folded wings until the sun warms them up and they are off on another leg of their jour-1 ney. We marvel at man's technology across our artve- way as we drive in. My heart goes out to the farmer or nurseryman wWis o vs- ited by one of these herds of deer. In one night they can do thousands of dollars worth of damage. As .my eyes left this perfect picture of mother and fawn feeding, I couldn't help but notice the one bit of color left in our garden. The zinnias evidently are not on the deer's menu. They continual- ly put out their colorful heads of yellow, orange, red, pink and violet. The zinnias while missing many of the natural won- ders about us. I had a'lady call me last week about bees — not in her bonnet but in the trunk of her father's car. With a little investigation, I found they were con- fined to little golf - ball -size parchment nests, which meant that they weren't bees at all, but wasps. Bees are nectar- seeking insects while most wasps are carnivorous, meaning they feed on spi- ders and insects of all sorts. They also indulge in nectar, particularly when feeding the newborn. Wasps and hornets were the first paper makers, some making small abodes while others, like the larger bold -faced or white -faced hornet, build a huge basketball -size nest. All these papier -machd nests, whether large or small, serve just one purpose, and that is as a brood chamber for their young. Once the season is over and the cold of winter sets in, all die except the queens that are buried in the ground or hidden in the rubble outside our garages or back fields. Then the queens, come out in the spring and start a new colony, which then switches over to nothing but the queen laying eggs. And the workers do the many jobs of nest building, feeding the young, cleaning and protecting. And so, what do you do when you have a small wasp nest in an area where .traffic might interfere with it? We can destroy the nest by pulling it off at night and putting it into a zip -lock bag and dispos- ing of it. But if it's not in the way of traf- fic, just leave it there and time will take care of it. Most of these small paper -wasp nests are guarded, but only when something really affects their safety do the wasps ever sting. You can stand arodnd therm, look at them and they will not come and sting you. Most are quite harmless if left alone, the exception being probably the big basketball -size nest, which should be given a wider berth and still left alone. This can have literally thousands of workers in it and if disturbed can really be a problem. So leave things mostly where they are, give wide berth to the big ones and enjoy the ,small ones, for this is all just part of the world we live in. gust 24, 2000 • The Suffolk Times • SA a beautifli ane eer: o garciener Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh We all know there are too many deer about. They literally do thousands and thousands of dollars worth of damage to our plants, trees and bushes, to say nothing about their causing accidents on the highway. in some parts of the country they become so tame they come to pose for photographs. weeks in a hospital with its super - sterile atmosphere of white. How good it was to drive up our long tree -lined driveway and then look across to the back pasture with its greenery. At the far end was the windmill telling us which way the slight- est zephyr was coming from. It was good to just stop and lis- ten to the cicadas Focus calling in the tree- tops. ON Cicadas love heat — the hotter NATURE the day, the more by Paul they sing. There- Stoutenburgh fore it's the heat of August when we hear them best, and what a rising call they have. We kids did- n't know them as cicadas. We always called them "locusts" which, of course, in a truly technical term, they are not. Often you'll find them on the ground, probably after they've mated, for then they die. Their big, dark, stubby bodies, with their green glass -like wings and bulging eyes are a real curio to look at. Later the female will lay her eggs and then she. too. dies. The young hatch, fall to the ground and burrow in, where they remain for from four to 20 years, depending on the species and location. They emerge after this underground life to start the cycle over again. And can you believe it? On the way home from the hospital the other day there was an adult cicada, spent, lying in the driveway, reminding us once again of nature's mysterious ways. As evening takes over the night, sounds fill the woods and trees around us. The katydid sings its repetitive tree- top song, "katy -did, katy - didn't, katy- did," along with the multitude of other little sounds of crickets, tree frogs and their kind. And so, I have returned to this wonderful North Fork to recuperate and learn how to walk again. The very next morning Barbara called to me in a hushed voice, "Come here and see what I see out in the pasture," My eyes scanned the lush green pasture that's been spurred on by the recent rains to exceptional growth. My eyes traveled down past the little orchard, past the clump of Russian olives where the cows go to escape me neat, aiiu uicu by the corner of the grape arbor I was what her excitement was all about — a young spotted fawn nursing beneath its mother. Never before have I seen this private feeding out in the open. Here there was no hiding. We watched in awe as they stood there in perfect innocence, with the fawn's little while tail thrashing back and forth, and an occasional butting of its head against its mother tc make the milk flow better. What a pic- ture! I'll probabl regret this new addition to the deer herd that Iives in our neighbor- hood, for they have destroyed our orchard and gar- den., During the winter they stripped my moun- tain laurel, ravaged the buds of my prize rhododen- drons and ate the English ivy grow- ing on the trees up as high as they could reach. I'm sure many of my readers have the same problem with deer. They are so brazen they even walk across our patios, eat under our bed- room window and dart back and forth nd the four or five butterfly bushes are he only color left, as most everything Ise has been nibbled off by the deer. ever mind. I'm thankful for what they've left, for the color from the zinnia patch and my butterfly bushes have been working overtime attracting but- terflies. The main visitors are what we call the cabbage butterfly, a small, whitish, seemingly always on the move, one -inch butterfly. Then second in pop- ularity are the monarchs. Next in popu- larity are the yellow swallowtails. The orange- and -black monarch but- terfly is already. on its migration south and is stopping off in my garden for refueling. How they persist on their journey south. Through fair weather and storm, over land and water, they push on. In the evening they'll find a communal tree and rest with folded wings until the sun warms them up and they are off on another leg of their jour-1 ney. We marvel at man's technology across our artve- way as we drive in. My heart goes out to the farmer or nurseryman wWis o vs- ited by one of these herds of deer. In one night they can do thousands of dollars worth of damage. As .my eyes left this perfect picture of mother and fawn feeding, I couldn't help but notice the one bit of color left in our garden. The zinnias evidently are not on the deer's menu. They continual- ly put out their colorful heads of yellow, orange, red, pink and violet. The zinnias while missing many of the natural won- ders about us. I had a'lady call me last week about bees — not in her bonnet but in the trunk of her father's car. With a little investigation, I found they were con- fined to little golf - ball -size parchment nests, which meant that they weren't bees at all, but wasps. Bees are nectar- seeking insects while most wasps are carnivorous, meaning they feed on spi- ders and insects of all sorts. They also indulge in nectar, particularly when feeding the newborn. Wasps and hornets were the first paper makers, some making small abodes while others, like the larger bold -faced or white -faced hornet, build a huge basketball -size nest. All these papier -machd nests, whether large or small, serve just one purpose, and that is as a brood chamber for their young. Once the season is over and the cold of winter sets in, all die except the queens that are buried in the ground or hidden in the rubble outside our garages or back fields. Then the queens, come out in the spring and start a new colony, which then switches over to nothing but the queen laying eggs. And the workers do the many jobs of nest building, feeding the young, cleaning and protecting. And so, what do you do when you have a small wasp nest in an area where .traffic might interfere with it? We can destroy the nest by pulling it off at night and putting it into a zip -lock bag and dispos- ing of it. But if it's not in the way of traf- fic, just leave it there and time will take care of it. Most of these small paper -wasp nests are guarded, but only when something really affects their safety do the wasps ever sting. You can stand arodnd therm, look at them and they will not come and sting you. Most are quite harmless if left alone, the exception being probably the big basketball -size nest, which should be given a wider berth and still left alone. This can have literally thousands of workers in it and if disturbed can really be a problem. So leave things mostly where they are, give wide berth to the big ones and enjoy the ,small ones, for this is all just part of the world we live in. gust 24, 2000 • The Suffolk Times • SA a beautifli ane eer: o garciener Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh We all know there are too many deer about. They literally do thousands and thousands of dollars worth of damage to our plants, trees and bushes, to say nothing about their causing accidents on the highway. in some parts of the country they become so tame they come to pose for photographs. weeks in a hospital with its super - sterile atmosphere of white. How good it was to drive up our long tree -lined driveway and then look across to the back pasture with its greenery. At the far end was the windmill telling us which way the slight- est zephyr was coming from. It was good to just stop and lis- ten to the cicadas Focus calling in the tree- tops. ON Cicadas love heat — the hotter NATURE the day, the more by Paul they sing. There- Stoutenburgh fore it's the heat of August when we hear them best, and what a rising call they have. We kids did- n't know them as cicadas. We always called them "locusts" which, of course, in a truly technical term, they are not. Often you'll find them on the ground, probably after they've mated, for then they die. Their big, dark, stubby bodies, with their green glass -like wings and bulging eyes are a real curio to look at. Later the female will lay her eggs and then she. too. dies. The young hatch, fall to the ground and burrow in, where they remain for from four to 20 years, depending on the species and location. They emerge after this underground life to start the cycle over again. And can you believe it? On the way home from the hospital the other day there was an adult cicada, spent, lying in the driveway, reminding us once again of nature's mysterious ways. As evening takes over the night, sounds fill the woods and trees around us. The katydid sings its repetitive tree- top song, "katy -did, katy - didn't, katy- did," along with the multitude of other little sounds of crickets, tree frogs and their kind. And so, I have returned to this wonderful North Fork to recuperate and learn how to walk again. The very next morning Barbara called to me in a hushed voice, "Come here and see what I see out in the pasture," My eyes scanned the lush green pasture that's been spurred on by the recent rains to exceptional growth. My eyes traveled down past the little orchard, past the clump of Russian olives where the cows go to escape me neat, aiiu uicu by the corner of the grape arbor I was what her excitement was all about — a young spotted fawn nursing beneath its mother. Never before have I seen this private feeding out in the open. Here there was no hiding. We watched in awe as they stood there in perfect innocence, with the fawn's little while tail thrashing back and forth, and an occasional butting of its head against its mother tc make the milk flow better. What a pic- ture! I'll probabl regret this new addition to the deer herd that Iives in our neighbor- hood, for they have destroyed our orchard and gar- den., During the winter they stripped my moun- tain laurel, ravaged the buds of my prize rhododen- drons and ate the English ivy grow- ing on the trees up as high as they could reach. I'm sure many of my readers have the same problem with deer. They are so brazen they even walk across our patios, eat under our bed- room window and dart back and forth nd the four or five butterfly bushes are he only color left, as most everything Ise has been nibbled off by the deer. ever mind. I'm thankful for what they've left, for the color from the zinnia patch and my butterfly bushes have been working overtime attracting but- terflies. The main visitors are what we call the cabbage butterfly, a small, whitish, seemingly always on the move, one -inch butterfly. Then second in pop- ularity are the monarchs. Next in popu- larity are the yellow swallowtails. The orange- and -black monarch but- terfly is already. on its migration south and is stopping off in my garden for refueling. How they persist on their journey south. Through fair weather and storm, over land and water, they push on. In the evening they'll find a communal tree and rest with folded wings until the sun warms them up and they are off on another leg of their jour-1 ney. We marvel at man's technology across our artve- way as we drive in. My heart goes out to the farmer or nurseryman wWis o vs- ited by one of these herds of deer. In one night they can do thousands of dollars worth of damage. As .my eyes left this perfect picture of mother and fawn feeding, I couldn't help but notice the one bit of color left in our garden. The zinnias evidently are not on the deer's menu. They continual- ly put out their colorful heads of yellow, orange, red, pink and violet. The zinnias while missing many of the natural won- ders about us. I had a'lady call me last week about bees — not in her bonnet but in the trunk of her father's car. With a little investigation, I found they were con- fined to little golf - ball -size parchment nests, which meant that they weren't bees at all, but wasps. Bees are nectar- seeking insects while most wasps are carnivorous, meaning they feed on spi- ders and insects of all sorts. They also indulge in nectar, particularly when feeding the newborn. Wasps and hornets were the first paper makers, some making small abodes while others, like the larger bold -faced or white -faced hornet, build a huge basketball -size nest. All these papier -machd nests, whether large or small, serve just one purpose, and that is as a brood chamber for their young. Once the season is over and the cold of winter sets in, all die except the queens that are buried in the ground or hidden in the rubble outside our garages or back fields. Then the queens, come out in the spring and start a new colony, which then switches over to nothing but the queen laying eggs. And the workers do the many jobs of nest building, feeding the young, cleaning and protecting. And so, what do you do when you have a small wasp nest in an area where .traffic might interfere with it? We can destroy the nest by pulling it off at night and putting it into a zip -lock bag and dispos- ing of it. But if it's not in the way of traf- fic, just leave it there and time will take care of it. Most of these small paper -wasp nests are guarded, but only when something really affects their safety do the wasps ever sting. You can stand arodnd therm, look at them and they will not come and sting you. Most are quite harmless if left alone, the exception being probably the big basketball -size nest, which should be given a wider berth and still left alone. This can have literally thousands of workers in it and if disturbed can really be a problem. So leave things mostly where they are, give wide berth to the big ones and enjoy the ,small ones, for this is all just part of the world we live in.