...and she is adorable.
I am out shooing white tail deer away from my (apparently delicious) plants out front all the live long day. Though I check whenever I cannot sleep, I have never caught one in the act, but the evidence left behind is clear. Occasionally, grazing deer are coming up to our front porch in the middle of the night and gnawing away at the "decor" right by our front door.
I try not to stay angry with them. I use "deer resistant" native plants and fence off what I cannot otherwise protect.
They are, after all, natives here, just like I am. They were here before we moved in, and they'll have relatives here long after we move out (or are buried in the back yard which is the only way I said I'd ever leave).
There is one particular doe who has taken a liking to an area out front. Year after year she leaves her nursing fawns here to wait for her return as she forages. I try not to be softened by what I cannot resist interpreting as an act of trust. I try. But...
Look at that face.
Look at those gangly legs.
Even as I rue their ongoing determination to reduce some of my plants to ground level nubbins, I cannot help but admit to and even admire the appeal of their young ones.
Reminder: Watch this blog and many others, perhaps even yours? for the inaugural
Wildlife Wednesday, July 2nd, 2014 hosted by Tina at My Gardener Says.
