We have a huge deer population in our area. Most of them live in MY BACK YARD. At any time of the day, there will be several wandering around. We have identified the same 9 over and over again. There are two momma's with their babies, that we have watched since they were very very small...smaller than a big dog...and now they romp and play like it is their job. Yesterday there were 3 bucks, antlers and all, parading back and forth. They were huge. We are not a hunting family, but have friends that spend DAYS in tree stands waiting for deer to "thin the herd", never seeing any. I think it is because they are all roaming around our fire-pit snacking on leftover hot dogs and marshmallows.
Needless to say our herding dog, Harley (part sheltie, part mommawasawhore), loses his little mind. He can either smell them, or hear them, but somehow he knows when they are there. On occasion he misses the fact that they are there, until he jaunts to the yard. Then all hell breaks loose. He barks and barks and barks, running back and forth trying to get them all in order, and they just look at him and laugh. Yes, the deer laugh. Harley is not a very effective herder.
Please excuse the fact that I took the picture through a very dirty kitchen window (where the hell IS that maid anyway??) and enjoy my daily diversion from the real world.
5 comments:
What a beautiful yard!
Wow, it took forever to figure out where your "post a comment" was located!
Don't know if deer like marshmallows or not but I love that your family are not hunters. Logic tells me certain herds have to be thinned, but it just kills me to think there may be babies left as orphans.
How beautiful,I don't understand how anyone could kill them,I couldn't. Maybe we should keep this quiet or you could have a yard full of rowdy hunters. I'm looking for that maid too.
Well, my days would be shot. I'd be lurking at the window for hours on end with the camera. How nice of them to clean up your firepit for you.
I LOVE MARSHMALLOWS! When I was a kid, my mum would let us toast them on the electric burner of our stove on the end of a hanger. And when I had them as an adult with chocolate and graham crackers over a campfire (stoned) I just about went to heaven. Ahem. Nevermind.
I didn't even know it was a window shot. Be careful, you never know what idiot it out hunting in your yard.
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