Monday – Oh, Deer! Oh, Deer! I have Twins!
Jun. 8th, 2009 10:57 am.
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In the past I have railed against the deer that are constantly invading my back yard and munching on whatever sort of vegetation I am trying to cultivate back there. Now they have really crossed the line, though. When they ate my passion vine, I was annoyed. When they ate my rose bush, I was irate. But now that one of them has slipped into by back yard and given birth to twins, I am filled with something that can only be described as "Awwwwwww."
Damn it. They are just too cute.

My stepmother used to volunteer as a wildlife rehabilitator, so I called her for advice. This turned out to be a huge mistake. On one hand, she found the phone number for a local wildlife expert, which was helpful. The bad part was, she wanted to come over and see them, which meant I had to clean my house.
House keeping is not one of my talents. It's been a couple of years since my father and his wife have visited me at home (I always visit their house, instead). Since they were coming over, I had to clean the place up. Not that they were coming to see me, their grandchild, or the house for that matter. They were coming to see my yard-guests in all their wobbly-legged charm.

Mind you, my guests are not easy to find if you don't know what to look for. They blend into the foliage quite well, looking like specks of dappled sunlight in the leaves.

Over the weekend, I became a pretty good deer hunter, though, so long as the deer weigh about 10 pounds and the only thing I am shooting at them is a camera.

As young as they are, you can walk right up to them and pet them. The wildlife expert I called told me this is not a problem (which is good, because my neighbors have been reaching through and over the fence to do this), as their mother will clean off any yucky human scent she finds on them. She is close by, I was told, and comes into the yard at dusk and dawn to nurse them. If I were to do something to make one of her babies cry out, I would hear her snort and beat her hooves on the ground from where she is hiding.

When they get old enough that they run at the sight of us, she advised me to open the gate to the back yard so they can walk out. A 4 foot tall chain link fence can be dangerous for a young deer to try to jump over.
"Their hooves can get caught in the links, and that's not a sight you want to walk out and find in the morning," she told me, "But for now, while they're this small, leave the gate closed so they're safe. Obviously, their mama felt they would be okay in your yard, so we'll trust her instincts."
So for the next week or two, my back yard is a daycare center of sorts. And the next time I gripe about the neighborhood deer, please know I am not complaining about these two. These are my deer; it's all those other deer that I hate.
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In the past I have railed against the deer that are constantly invading my back yard and munching on whatever sort of vegetation I am trying to cultivate back there. Now they have really crossed the line, though. When they ate my passion vine, I was annoyed. When they ate my rose bush, I was irate. But now that one of them has slipped into by back yard and given birth to twins, I am filled with something that can only be described as "Awwwwwww."
Damn it. They are just too cute.

My stepmother used to volunteer as a wildlife rehabilitator, so I called her for advice. This turned out to be a huge mistake. On one hand, she found the phone number for a local wildlife expert, which was helpful. The bad part was, she wanted to come over and see them, which meant I had to clean my house.
House keeping is not one of my talents. It's been a couple of years since my father and his wife have visited me at home (I always visit their house, instead). Since they were coming over, I had to clean the place up. Not that they were coming to see me, their grandchild, or the house for that matter. They were coming to see my yard-guests in all their wobbly-legged charm.

Mind you, my guests are not easy to find if you don't know what to look for. They blend into the foliage quite well, looking like specks of dappled sunlight in the leaves.

Over the weekend, I became a pretty good deer hunter, though, so long as the deer weigh about 10 pounds and the only thing I am shooting at them is a camera.

As young as they are, you can walk right up to them and pet them. The wildlife expert I called told me this is not a problem (which is good, because my neighbors have been reaching through and over the fence to do this), as their mother will clean off any yucky human scent she finds on them. She is close by, I was told, and comes into the yard at dusk and dawn to nurse them. If I were to do something to make one of her babies cry out, I would hear her snort and beat her hooves on the ground from where she is hiding.

When they get old enough that they run at the sight of us, she advised me to open the gate to the back yard so they can walk out. A 4 foot tall chain link fence can be dangerous for a young deer to try to jump over.
"Their hooves can get caught in the links, and that's not a sight you want to walk out and find in the morning," she told me, "But for now, while they're this small, leave the gate closed so they're safe. Obviously, their mama felt they would be okay in your yard, so we'll trust her instincts."
So for the next week or two, my back yard is a daycare center of sorts. And the next time I gripe about the neighborhood deer, please know I am not complaining about these two. These are my deer; it's all those other deer that I hate.
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Date: 2009-06-08 04:19 pm (UTC)Or venison...
:D
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Date: 2009-06-08 04:34 pm (UTC)Yes... So soulful and cute :D
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Date: 2009-06-08 04:53 pm (UTC)They are sweet little critters.
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Date: 2009-06-09 02:26 pm (UTC)Having them in my yard makes for some once-in-a-lifetime photo opportunities. If I live another 100 years, I don't think I'll ever be able to get close enough to a deer to take another picture like that without a very powerful telephoto lens (which I don't have). :D
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Date: 2009-06-08 07:46 pm (UTC)My neighbors have petted them more than I have. One of them will tolerate it, the other won't.
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Date: 2009-06-08 07:32 pm (UTC)But I'm glad they're in your back yard rather than mine. ;)
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Date: 2009-06-08 09:32 pm (UTC)AWWWWWWWW!!! *sniff* That last picture....it's as if the little one's saying "The world is so big, and I'm so little..."
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Date: 2009-06-09 02:34 pm (UTC)Which would just charm the socks off of me, to be honest
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Date: 2009-06-09 02:44 pm (UTC)The cute factor on this experience is very very high.
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Date: 2009-06-09 03:00 pm (UTC)In the next week or two as they get bigger, they won't let us touch them any more and we won't push the issue. When they start running and jumping and generally acting like you would expect a deer to act, we'll set them lose on the world and they will be as wild as any other deer. At least, that's what the rehab lady told me. :)
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Date: 2009-06-18 07:00 pm (UTC)He'd ready for them to leave.