We knew that we had deer visiting our yard every day. In the morning the bird feeders would be ransacked. Hosta, flox, and joepye weed flowers and buds would be gone. Deer tracks were everywhere in our wet clay soil. We even started to plant away from their trails in the hope that maybe we could hide some plants.
Well, this last week or so our diners have shown themselves. We get to see ’em early in the morning and right about dusk. It’s fun to watch, but hard to get pics, since Pat and I have gardened up the entire back yard. Today, I watched my last joepye bloom bite the dust, or actually, get eaten. The neighbors, who all are turf aficionados, ask us if we see the deer that are in our yard. They think it is very cool, and so do we, but they don’t get their yards ransacked. Yeah, I know I could chase them away, but how can you do that to Bambi, not Bambi the thug I’ve written about before, but this little guy.