For many years there was a grape arbor here. A fungus blew through, the vines made grapes every year, but they withered before they were grapes. Last fall Tom dug them up and burned them. Laura thought sunflowers would be a good replacement, and she and Uncle Tom planted sunflowers.
In all fairness to them, our side yard is on the deer trail. They come from the woods behind the garage, stroll through the yard (and the big garden beside the garage), cross the road and disappear in the woods across the street.
So, sunflowers on the way merely provide another nip and nibble. "A little taste, dear, and we must be on our way."
The sunflower stalks continue to grow, in spite of being topped. At first Uncle Tom planted more seeds. Then the deer didn't need to bend so far for a tasty morsel to chew on the way. Or, one more bite for the road, perhaps.
Uncle Tom left sunflower outside the fence for the deer. But the rest of Laura's sunflowers are for the birds.