Darn deer, no sunflowers or beans by the front lamp post this year. The deer chew them off about once a week. Why don't they go gorge on the pumpkin out back? Well for one thing, it sort of smells back there. Rotten egg, garlic, and, umm... predator urine combine to make it a place I wouldn't want to dine. (Really, it's not that bad :)
And a picture of a real (682 pound!) pumpkin, from south Georgia no less:
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