Oh dear, deer

Since we don’t hunt our land, it has become the deer superhighway. There are three does who habitually visit, browse a little, munch on the wild apples (fine) and my domestic apple trees (not cool, Bambi). While not tame, they’re pretty accustomed to the scent of people. I take them as a good omen, even when they’re pooping ten feet from the house. 

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Do you MIND? A little privacy would be nice!!!


Sorry photos are blurry, they were taken at dawn out of my bedroom's dirty window.

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