I've been finding that often one of the well-formed seed chambers on the ripe pods is completely empty.

I think I finally figured out what is going on. In the mornings as I walk through the daylily beds, I hear such lovely melodies from a mockingbird. I had been noticing how it often is sitting on top of the fence post. No wonder it sings so prettily. I suspect it is filling up on my precious daylily seeds with its long sharp pointed beak.

I pulled out a handful of old knee-high panty hose this afternoon and slipped them over the opening pods. If the wind or some critter doesn't carry them off, I may have thwarted our seed thief.

Nancy