There's a deer herd living in our neighborhood. Last year there were four that ate the prettiest flowers in our yard, chomped on hostas in the middle of the night under our bedroom window, mowed down the raspberry canes, and jumped over the fence into our garden to annihilate the Swiss chard and lettuce.
They bedded down under our pine trees for the night and lounged around there in the dawn. Neighbors who are home during the day reported seeing them lying in front yards, and using the sidewalks and steps to travel from front to back of various houses.
This year we discovered the herd had grown to five, with a new little fawn. Scrooges that we are, we grumbled to see it. Last Saturday we came home and found two deer busily eating the safflower seeds out of a bird feeder, looking exactly like cattle. Grrrr! Terry stepped out the door, yelled, and they trotted a few yards away. Then we stood, stunned, as seven more deer emerged from the pine trees and surrounded them.
No wonder our back yard looks like a cow pasture, with trails and manure everywhere.
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