Oh, look, a deer staring right at me, about 30 feet away
Last year I had trouble with a few deer hopping the small
wire fence into my garden until I extended the height with
nothing more than some thin twine.
An inflatable snake has been fending off the bunny rabbits
so far. Except the gofer living under my shed uses it as
a punching bag.
Speaking of deer... This past weekend when I was upstate,
I was clearing the cobwebs inside my head with a cup of
5AM coffee.
It sure is nice and quiet at that time of the morning.
Just a few birds and myself.
I said to myself, "Hey I wonder if I can see any deer outside."
Sure 'nuff as I lifted my head up from the real estate
section of the local newspaper, I saw a small (adolescent?)
deer walking up from the lake eating whatever leafy
undergrowth it could find as it followed the long gravel
driveway up the hill.
Then I said to myself, "Hmmm. Pretty cool. Where there
is one deer, there is usually another one or two close by."
That is when I saw Mommy Deerest flanking the other side
of the line of Spruces, Birches, and Poplars.
It was cool to be able to observe them from the window as
they got closer and closer without seeing me. I'd say at
one point they might have been under 20 feet from me. I
could see features that I never noticed before. Like
their large black nose and nostrils working the air with
each step of their knobby but powerful legs.
I could see their eyelashes.
And they have sort of a long tongue that flaps out a lot
while grabbing leafy saplings. Pausing in mid coffee sip,
an odd thought popped into my head, "It seems very similar
to the way Kobe Bryant's tongue seems to pop out while he
talks during interviews."
Take a look next time and you'll see what I mean.
I'm not sure how good deer would be at shooting hoops, but
it would be interesting to see if Kobe ends up signing
with the Milwaukee Bucks.
I followed the deer from window to window as they made
their way through the woods and down a path towards the
thicket.
It was a nice way to start the morning.
Anyhow, gotta get my arse to work. Later bro.
-BuckOwensBanjo |
