It’s a beautiful Sunday morning here. Not especially warm, at the moment, but a lot warmer than it was yesterday morning, when the day started off at a near-record low of 34 degrees. But it’s sunny out there, the sky is blue, everything else is green, the grass is cut and the weeds have been whacked so everything looks nice (which won’t last long), and as I write this, a young doe is strolling around in the yard outside my window.
This isn’t all that unusual (though since winter ended, they’ve typically stayed outside the fence), but this particular deer (well, I mean, I assume it’s the same one – she isn’t’ wearing a name tag or anything) has been hanging around here for several days now.
I got home from work Friday evening and saw her laying down in the tall grass in the shade just outside the fence. As I said, this isn’t all that unusual, so I didn’t think much of it, other than to make a note to make sure she was gone before I took the dogs over to that side of the house. She was there for quite a while, and at some point I saw her up and walking around, when I noticed her kind of nuzzling a couple of bunny rabbits, which seemed pretty strange because I’ve never seen a deer making friends with bunnies before.
Upon further review, I realized that these weren’t rabbits, but little baby deer. I didn’t want to get too close and scare them (plus it was really cloudy and dark out and nobody seems willing to buy me this 800mm lens), so I couldn’t get any really great pictures.
It’s hard to tell from that picture, but she’s pretty small, and they really were puppy-sized little buggers.
Anyhow, while I haven’t seen the kids since then, she’s been hanging around (alone, which seems unusual). Yesterday morning, I had the gate to the front yard open while I was outside weed whacking and hedge trimming, and she was hanging around watching the dogs bark at her. Then she started running up and down one side of the fence with the dogs while they chased her from the other side. When I approached, she’d wander away, but as soon as I went away, back she came to hang out with the dogs.
Eventually I got tired of listening to the dogs bark, so I brought them to the other side of the house and closed the gate. So naturally she came to the woods on that side and ran around with the dogs. I’m not sure if she’s looking for friends, or if something happened to her babies and she’s looking to adopt my dogs.
She was around all day yesterday, and of course back again this morning.
I hope your weekend is going well so far. Enjoy the rest of it, unless you’re on-call like my wife (and me, come to think of it), in which case, do the best you can.
I am ferrying in to see my cousins from Niagra Falls for lunch in the SF. My almost oldest cousin Earle is an Episcopal rector up in Grand Island, NY. Thanks to the MS blog I may drop some NY pollyticks on them. His mother and I had some fun nights watching the replays of the Watergate hearing. Hid dad was a con republican (old school) so there were some pretty spirited discussions when our families got together.
I hope everyone has a good Memorial Day and remember the true reason for the season.
Honoring our war dead by having to work all weekend.
When I was at Rosario Beach in the San Juans, there were deer everywhere. I almost plowed right into one driving off the ferry, too. Anyway, I don’t want to spend too much time here, so hi and bye.
I do hope the fawns are ok, pj, and mom is just making new friends with the dogs. Spring is stressful to me, I worry about so many of these babies.
Nice emo, Andy!
Yeah. Survival rates for deer are pretty low. Even if the little ones survive for now, in 6 months it’ll be shotgun season again. And they NY State DEC says there are too many deer and they want to make changes for this hunting season to encourage killing more does to reduce the population. So this poor little deer who looks to be barely more than a baby herself may wind up tied to some asshole’s pickup truck bumper.
Why they pick on the old deer, I don’t understand. Talking about overpopulation, I can think of many other species who are more destructive and overpopulated.
Glad to see you’re keeping your head above water down there. I hope everybody’s OK in OK.
She was Anne Meara, not just Jerry’s wife or Ben’s mother.
Today’s Memorial Day cheerful thought:
Bert Convy – dead.
Wally Bruner – dead.
Arlene Francis – dead.
Soupy Sales – dead.
Ann Meara – dead.
Phyllis Newman – not dead.
Jerry Stiller – not dead.
Which just goes to show that if you’re not an SU alum, you have an 83% chance of being dead right now
At least the police haven’t threatened to cut my brakes like they did in Alaska here. They cover their mouths and noses, and turn their backs, though. Occassionaly they’ll point to a direction behind me, possibly indicating that I should leave. Douchebags.
Fuckers hacked my computer and follow me around.
They keep calling me John, too. I fucking hate them.
You’re a douchebag, Maron.
I’ll hate you the rest of my life.