
I'd like to get mad at them for pooping in my yard (which they do). I'd like to get angry that they ate my apple tree and broke the branches down to nothing (which I did). I'd like to shoo them off when they catch me by suprise when I exit my house and darn near give me a heart attack(my heart eventually calmed down). I'd like to say that I see our deer so often that I simply go about my business as though they aren't even there.....
No.
The poop, it's no biggie (literally, the size of large peas, and not stinky). I forgive them for eating my tree because the Mother deer and her babies need to eat, and with Winter coming, they probably need the tree more than I do. I even allow it. My heart leaping to my throat as often as it does when we come face to face-I'm getting much better about it, and they don't mind me either:-) And, I grab my camera more often than not when they come and visit me in the backyard; I can't help it, they are so graceful and beautiful.
Two days ago when I was walking to the bus stop I couldn't help but giggle, for they became convinced that I was walking after them , so the Mother and her twin babies bound down the hill just ahead of me, right down the middle of the road, perfectly synchronized and in a calm, not skittish, manner. We walked all the way down the hill like that, until they eventually veered of into another neighbors yard.
We love our deer.