We were working in the backyard and my teenage son, Jon,
walked into the front yard.
“Mom, there’s a deer!”
“Yea, right, Jon,” I answered quite sarcastically.
We live in town.
A big town, over 80,000 people town.
We live in a busy area.
Close to the business district and the Interstate.
“No, Mom, I’m not kidding,
there’s a blacktail deer across the street.”
Guess what?
There was a blacktail deer across the street.
I whispered loudly for my camera.
It came without the battery.
Oops.
The battery was still on the charger.
I whispered loudly for the battery.
With all this whispering and running back and forth,
the deer was still standing there.
Then, he cut through the trees and down the neighbor’s driveway,
with me quietly following him, as he headed for the creek (pronounced crick).
Of course,
I wasn’t really that quiet.
If you know me, I’m rarely quiet.
He knew it was apple season
and he knew it was not hunting season.
I’ve run into elk like that, too.
Two years ago, I Shot Elk Out Of Season.
I became convinced at this point that animals can read
and follow the Gregorian calendar.
Doesn’t this elk look smug about the sign on the post?
I had on the small 18-55 lens, so this is how close I was able to get.
No zoom lens – no cropping.
At this point, I started talking to Mr. Blacktail.
I thought deer were supposed to be skittish?
He stopped to scratch, but still held eye contact.
He was listening.
He must be a young deer, not a teenage deer.
Teenagers aren’t good listeners.
Oh, did I just say that on my blog?
He moved on to nibble on cherries,
while I chatted on and on.
When the photo shoot was over, I walked home.
The kids shouted and played in the yard as kids do,
and Mr. Blacktail was still there.
We ran some errands and when we came home,
the deer was back to the same spot,
nibbling and nibbling around the neighborhood.
He has been sighted several more times,
sometimes with a friend, another Blacktail deer.
He’s even been seen walking under our road through the culvert.
Aren’t city deer amazing?
He’s probably never been in the wilderness,
but he knows how to survive in the city.
I’m just not expecting to see him for too much longer.
After all, hunting season starts next month,
and I won’t have to post a sign or a calendar.
He’ll know.
Just like I know why he went to the creek for a drink.
He had a sermon to preach to me.
Psalm 42:1
As the deer pants for the water brooks,
So pants my soul for You, O God.
Wow, gorgeous! We have 'roos do that around here sometimes.P.S. I thought a crick was a stiff neck….but hey, I speak Aussie!
Wow, gorgeous! We have 'roos do that around here sometimes.P.S. I thought a crick was a stiff neck….but hey, I speak Aussie!
You made me giggle…and miss the dear that would romp though our neighborhood in TX. No dear behind my house, but there were tons of moose tracks in the mud!
You made me giggle…and miss the dear that would romp though our neighborhood in TX. No dear behind my house, but there were tons of moose tracks in the mud!
We've given up planting pansies and other annuals because they only serve as a salad bar for our local deer population. I've had two family groups cross our street, give the shrubs along the woods edge a good pruning, eat the plants under the mail box, nibble their way down the berm along the driveway and then scout along the creek just in case I was foolish enough to plant another $75 of nursery plants again. Ours have white tails.
We've given up planting pansies and other annuals because they only serve as a salad bar for our local deer population. I've had two family groups cross our street, give the shrubs along the woods edge a good pruning, eat the plants under the mail box, nibble their way down the berm along the driveway and then scout along the creek just in case I was foolish enough to plant another $75 of nursery plants again. Ours have white tails.