Midnight Raiders

This morning I rose, fetched a cuppa steaming joe and surveyed my garden to ascertain what needed to be picked and processed in the next day or so. 

This scene greeted me.  More than half of my beets plucked from the ground with the tops chewed-off and deer tracks all over the garden in the damp dirt.   Grrrrr. 

This is quite brazen and ranks right up there with other capital offenses.  The penalty for garden-raiding is death.

Worse yet were all of the little deer tracks mixed among the adult deer tracks.

This act was committed by an obvious crime family.

I suppose I'll be pickling beets this weekend...