Driving home from the Farmer’s Market meeting the other night (website will be ready for public consumption soon! Make no other plans for Thursdays starting in July!), I had to come to a full stop on my street for several minutes.
Twelve deer, one by one, were dashing across the road in front of my car.
Twelve of them, all in a line. I almost expected Santa and his sleigh to be pulling up the rear. I marveled at the sight and forgot about it until the next day.
That’s when 12 deer danced in circles around my house. I don’t know how long they were out there but I spotted movement out the window and saw them again, 12 of them, nibbling as the bushes as I raced for a camera. They dashed away as I opened the door, leaving just a blurry image.
My daughter pulled the shades down that night and came racing into the office to report more deer, this time at the small pond behind our house.
They’re out there. And they’re hungry.
And my husband’s ready to get a gun and go for some venison, not because he’s a great hunter, or against deer terrorism. Darn it, those are our bushes, not food!