You know how you have a favorite restaurant or tavern? Well, I guess these guys do too. Feed them and they will come. I know that I should be aggravated that this herd of deer (does 4 or 5 make a herd, or is there a smaller group name?) lunch in my back yard. But I’m not. I just love watching them. And hey, better bird seed than my hosta. One year these guys, or some predecessor, dug up a bunch of hosta. That’s when I wanted to chase them with the Aztec. Pat warned me off by telling me that the home owners association would have me arrested and sent to a home.
I’m happy that these deer are daily visitors. Otherwise I would just have pictures of a desolate looking snowless garden to show.