Defender Doggie vs the Deer

When Defender Doggie decided it was time to go out, I walked out with him. There in the driveway were three fawns, a few other white-tail scattered about the lawn. They're all frozen, staring at us. I call a weak halloo. Dog pauses about five long seconds, then takes off full throttle, woofing and racing, and the deer all hop away merrily, including several I hadn't previously seen.

Fifteen minutes later, the dog is lying down in front of the house. The deer are back, as close as before. It's a game they play. For tick-infested, dirty, overgrown yard rats, they're kind-of pretty.

Thick fog two days ago was harsh on deer and, presumably, drivers. Fawn dead right outside our front gate, and a doe dead around the corner and down the hill on the lowland crossing. Both corpses were gone before the evening. Waste not...!

That's the farm report for Spring, 2015.

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