Higher on the ridge, maybe thirty yards above the house, we have a small man-made pond, put in place as an incubator for the local spotted salamander and peepers of all sorts. But when the heat rolls in, some of the larger neighbors take advantage. This morning, Mom and fawn took a dip while I got this fuzzy shot from the front porch.
Obviously, they were as interested in me as I was in them.
It's not so much their presence that's a problem, its the loud music and empty beer cans.
ReplyDeleteDeer are the bad-influence party crowd of the animal kingdom. Watch 'em like a hawk.
Tell me about it. And it's not so much the loud music and empty beer cans - that's home - but it's Hip-Hop and Bud LIght. Ye Gods.
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If you let them get away with it once, they'll bring their friends the next time...
ReplyDeleteToo late, Chris. They all think it's theirs now.
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