Next time I buy a watering can, I'm not going to get one of those green, blend into the scenery like camouflage ones that seems to be the only color readily available. I'm going to hunt until I find one that's the most saturated, screaming pink around so I can find that sucker when I want it. I want it so bright that if I can't find it walking around the yard, I can go on Google Earth and see the damn thing.
And this is why my roses keep getting eaten. Young stag, antlers still in velvet, and his twin brother that I didn't get a shot of. Twenty feet from the house.
And, ten minutes after running them off, a doe is out there. I can't win.