The folks who know tell me that the grasshoppers are so bad because of the drought. They say, and I’m hoping they’re right, that when we have wet springs, there’s a fungus or something that kills off most of the grasshopper babies. I am SO ready for them to be gone.
I let the “grasshopper brigade” out every morning. They chase bugs, full speed with all the enthusiasm they can muster, for a while. Then they’re content to walk around, sit under the porch and enjoy the shade.
We’ve tried to train them to stay off the porch but I do believe training a chicken to do anything is about like training a wife to stop buying yarn! :)
The other day we were sitting at the table eating. Vince is facing the window and he said “Look at that!” I thought someone was out there and looked and it was this.
This is an average sized grasshopper . . not one of the giant ones. Last year they ate holes in the screens on the windows. I said to Vince “They can’t eat through glass, can they?” He assured me they cannot. Good thing because last night we went to town and every time we stopped, a big one landed on the windshield and on the side windows. They are so annoying.
In fact, they are driving me to violence!
The white disk thing is spring loaded and when you shoot it at a grasshopper, it knocks them off whatever plant they’re munching on. And . .
. . the grasshopper brigade is waiting to grab them when they hit the ground. We make a good team. I’m hoping they’ll learn that the pop that little gun makes means an easy catch and they’ll help in my efforts to rid this place of grasshoppers. Slim chance but it’s worth a try.
The grasshoppers were on these plants and you can’t see them but it is a pretty picture. I love my house and my yard . . I do not love the grasshoppers.
You might notice an open trench or two. Waiting on the guy with the little Bobcat to come back and do that. Some day, we’re going to get this place the way we want it and . . no . . don’t even think it . . we are NEVER moving . . I hope! :)