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So, I looked up from what I was doing this morning and saw a deer in my back yard. She's pretty round and probably pregnant. She stared at me through the window of the French doors, *snorted* (I saw the mist rise from her breath,) and calmly turned her back and headed for my viburnum. Well, I hate how much damage the deer have done to that viburnum! I stepped outside and whisper-shouted (DH is still sleeping and his window is above the back door,) "Shoo! Stoppit! That's not for you!"
The deer stopped eating...then took three steps TOWARD me and snorted LOUDLY. Then she took three steps away from me (so, now about 10 yards away), and squatted behind DD's little flower garden for a long, loud, Austin-Powers-style pee! And farted while she was at it! I gave up and went inside.
Oh, hey, she's invited her two half-grown fawns to join the party and munch on my ceanothus and climbing rose. Lucky us. >.< And yeah, did I mention both the ceanothus and viburnum are supposed to be "deer-resistant?"
Loving the semi-rural life right now.
The deer stopped eating...then took three steps TOWARD me and snorted LOUDLY. Then she took three steps away from me (so, now about 10 yards away), and squatted behind DD's little flower garden for a long, loud, Austin-Powers-style pee! And farted while she was at it! I gave up and went inside.
Oh, hey, she's invited her two half-grown fawns to join the party and munch on my ceanothus and climbing rose. Lucky us. >.< And yeah, did I mention both the ceanothus and viburnum are supposed to be "deer-resistant?"
Loving the semi-rural life right now.
You need a spray hose.
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