Hooved Hooligans
This Spring our neighbors told us
about the doe and her fawn
sleeping in our backfield...
and how they like to watch them
from their kitchen.
I'd seen their tracks,
their piles,
their cozy-made beds
in the tall grass....
but I'd never seen *them*
until last week
when I startled them in our garden.
So that's who has been eating my zucchini blossoms,
strawberry plants,
and
*gasp*
my apples!
HOOLIGANS!
No wonder there were no pears on the ground
beneath our aging, crooked pear tree.
Rascals.
Between those two and the squirrels,
I suppose next year set up a deer-fence
so I can have some, too.
The yearling was curious,
it liked watching me
as much I I liked watching him.
He stepped closer,
we were only 30 feet apart
so I sat down in the grass
and looked away from him.
"No threat here,"
I nickered with soft sounds
"I'm not even interested in you."
He watched, ears up.
His mom called him over to her...
she laid him in the grass and went to forage
hopping the neighbor's 4 foot fence.
I have an older house
a back field,
but this neighborhood is mostly
big houses on tiny lots
with 3 acres of apartment buildings on the block
and the nexus of two major city streets
1 block over,
and 1 block down
hosting a major traffic jam several times a day
4 strip malls
and a Fred Meyer/Kroger.
You should stay in my yard, friend.
The cars drive fast down our road
not considering the possibility of DEER.
I should know, I grew up in this house...
and even when there were fields everywhere,
(instead of shopping malls, apartments
and housing developments)
there weren't deer here.
So, be careful.. I won't mind if you stick around
just... share the apples, k?
about the doe and her fawn
sleeping in our backfield...
and how they like to watch them
from their kitchen.
I'd seen their tracks,
their piles,
their cozy-made beds
in the tall grass....
but I'd never seen *them*
until last week
when I startled them in our garden.
So that's who has been eating my zucchini blossoms,
strawberry plants,
and
*gasp*
my apples!
HOOLIGANS!
No wonder there were no pears on the ground
beneath our aging, crooked pear tree.
Rascals.
Between those two and the squirrels,
I suppose next year set up a deer-fence
so I can have some, too.
The yearling was curious,
it liked watching me
as much I I liked watching him.
He stepped closer,
we were only 30 feet apart
so I sat down in the grass
and looked away from him.
"No threat here,"
I nickered with soft sounds
"I'm not even interested in you."
He watched, ears up.
His mom called him over to her...
she laid him in the grass and went to forage
hopping the neighbor's 4 foot fence.
I have an older house
a back field,
but this neighborhood is mostly
big houses on tiny lots
with 3 acres of apartment buildings on the block
and the nexus of two major city streets
1 block over,
and 1 block down
hosting a major traffic jam several times a day
4 strip malls
and a Fred Meyer/Kroger.
You should stay in my yard, friend.
The cars drive fast down our road
not considering the possibility of DEER.
I should know, I grew up in this house...
and even when there were fields everywhere,
(instead of shopping malls, apartments
and housing developments)
there weren't deer here.
So, be careful.. I won't mind if you stick around
just... share the apples, k?