I used to love watching cabbage moths dance about our yard. Their playful flutter was like a ballet in the air.
Then I discovered the first holes in my cabbages and their dance looked less playful.
My brussels sprouts were devoured and their flutter began to look downright menacing.
I've gone over and over my poor, dear, helpless little plants and though the holes seem to multiply before my eyes, I'm yet to find a single caterpillar. I've taken to herding the chickens through the garden a couple times a day in the hope that they will devour what I have missed.
I've waged war on the little buggers and I'm telling you at this point I'd sooner watch my chickens tear up the cabbages in pursuit of a dust bath than watch the leaves slowly disappear to my invisible foe.
I think the next adult I see will find itself in the terrarium. With the frog.
Then I discovered the first holes in my cabbages and their dance looked less playful.My brussels sprouts were devoured and their flutter began to look downright menacing.
I've gone over and over my poor, dear, helpless little plants and though the holes seem to multiply before my eyes, I'm yet to find a single caterpillar. I've taken to herding the chickens through the garden a couple times a day in the hope that they will devour what I have missed.
I've waged war on the little buggers and I'm telling you at this point I'd sooner watch my chickens tear up the cabbages in pursuit of a dust bath than watch the leaves slowly disappear to my invisible foe.
I think the next adult I see will find itself in the terrarium. With the frog.
Sorry to hear you're being bugged by garden pests. It is always something with a garden.
I wish the environmentalists would start a small garden. It doesn't take long to see that Nature is still King and that our little attempts to change the Earth to suit our desires are so easily and quickly derailed. The Earth and the wild creatues seem more powerful than us.
Five years ago a very nice baseball field next to the highway was abandoned. I don't know why. I do know now it looks like a jungle with all signs of man-made structures hidden under vines and trees. No one would even know a baseball field ever existed there, the fences, the stands and all the rest.
No kidding. It is one thing for me to walk through my garden looking for worms I can't see, but I can't imagine being able to afford cabbage in a store if they tried to grow it this way.
nice comment christinemm