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Richard, they were popular for corner posts when I was a kid in southern Oklahoma, and they were also used sometimes as pilings under old houses. And you're right; even the old ones have thorns./w3tcompact/icons/frown.gif A year ago last winter, I cut a big one down in the fence row at the back of the property - hard on chain saw chains, and I left a stump about a foot high. It's sprouted out looking like a bush and I don't have a way to get that stump out. Yesterday, I sprayed it with Round-Up just to see whether that will hurt it or not.
<font color=blue>There is no known animal that will eat them.</font color=blue> Patrick, when I was a kid, the fruit was also known as "horse apples". My first horse (given to me) was a big old sorrel gelding and we were told that he was a retired rodeo bucker that wouldn't buck unless you put a flank girth on him. He was the weirdest horse I ever encountered; definitely took awhile to get used to him. Every kid in the area was afraid to go into our pasture because he would paw the ground with his front hooves, make the weirdest bellowing sounds I ever heard from a horse, and charge. If you ran, he'd never catch you; if you stood your ground, he'd stop just before he got to you. And we didn't have any Bois D'Arc in our pasture, but I'd go into the neighbor's pasture and pick those things up and take to him and he loved them; ate 'em like candy. I had two other horses later, and of course, they wouldn't touch them.
Bird
<font color=blue>There is no known animal that will eat them.</font color=blue> Patrick, when I was a kid, the fruit was also known as "horse apples". My first horse (given to me) was a big old sorrel gelding and we were told that he was a retired rodeo bucker that wouldn't buck unless you put a flank girth on him. He was the weirdest horse I ever encountered; definitely took awhile to get used to him. Every kid in the area was afraid to go into our pasture because he would paw the ground with his front hooves, make the weirdest bellowing sounds I ever heard from a horse, and charge. If you ran, he'd never catch you; if you stood your ground, he'd stop just before he got to you. And we didn't have any Bois D'Arc in our pasture, but I'd go into the neighbor's pasture and pick those things up and take to him and he loved them; ate 'em like candy. I had two other horses later, and of course, they wouldn't touch them.
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