We had a big snow storm here this weekend. Deer, deer everywhere. The new snow makes it easier to see where they came from and what they are looking for.
When I walked up to the road to get the paper this morning, there were loads of deer hoof prints just outside the door.
My neighbor hit three at once a couple of nights ago right up the street and demolished his front end. I saw the wrecker hauling it off this morning, while I was shoveling snow, again.
Just last night , I starting reading this book:
I learned that whitetail deer are the most written about mammals in the world, mostly coming from the hunting angle. The writer closely studied the habits of deer that came to feed at her farm in Vermont. Last night, I fell asleep with images of deer traveling their ancient paths, and then the first thing that I see when I walk out the door in the half dark is the evidence of a multitude of actual deer at my doorstep, eating the shrubs around the house.