The Casualties of Gardening

I don't LOVE birds, they can peck your eyes out, they fly, enough said, but I don't wish harm to them either. That being said, I do wish whom ever is eating my tender little baby plants to curl up and die. Kind of. So little quail with your cute/freaky bobbly thing on your head, take a hike!

I did the count this morning...the death count is...
1 leaf lettuce plant, with numerous other plants 'neatly' trimmed on each leaf
2 marigolds, a 3rd with the flowers popped off, who does that?
3 basil plants, 1 died of natural causes

This was last year's basil, beautiful, lush, alive, in a pot on the patio.
If those little critters eat my spaghetti squash plants, it will be all out war.
Same with my zuchini, this is last year's plant. See the baby zuke?

This was my last year's garden watcher. I didn't enjoy seeing the 'meat eaters' snacking on little critters, but if they could show up a few times this year, make their noise, flap their wings, scare some quail, I wouldn't be opposed to it. Because I didn't spend more money than I should have and Mother's Day weekend busting my hump so that the cute little quail could use my garden as a smorgasbord.