With no dog around any more, the deer have gotten very bold. Too bold. I might as well just hang up a sign saying "Wildlife Refuge."
Mom and a fawn were in the back yard again last night. Nothing out of the ordinary there. But look how close the little bugger is.
No. Don't look at the dirty window, just look at how close the fawn is to the "terrace."
But she didn't stop there. Those grape leaves look pretty yummy, don't you think?
And then she turned her little rump to me. You can even see the cowlicks in her hair, she was so close.
I think it's never going to be a good year for hosta or daylilies here again.
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