Re: Rumination about ruminants: Lately I’m afraid of long legs and big ears, and no, it’s not my latest boyfriend. It seems I have some deer ones living with me.
Big Mama has a dapplety baby plus two teenagers, and is so scared of me that she casually licks her shoulder while standing 20 feet from me and my back door.
A sweet single mother with twins prefers the small front yard but is properly skittish, as a deer should be.
No more leaves? Let them eat plums (peach plums, yet). They very daintily spit out the stones, but sometimes still have them attached to the torn-off twig (how do they do that?).
My sources tell me hanging Zest from the trees will keep the deer from the fruit, but knowing my deer, they’d probably eat the soap.
I’m afraid to take my little dog for a walk “up the creek” (without a weapon), but then realized we certainly wouldn’t meet any deer there; they were all already happily settled in my yard.
I’ve been told to bang pots, make a lot of noise. Big Mama and her family just look bemused; they think, “Well, let her make a racket, we don’t mind, after all, we did agree to share our yard with her.”
Joy Lang
Penticton
