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November 12, 2009


Paul S.

Deers in your backyard...sigh. I know some regard them (perhaps correctly) as a pest, insofar as they eat their crops or some such thing, but that has got to be the coolest thing. There's deers here of course, but not to that extent. If I were to go in the woods and see a deer it would be like, 'Thank you God'.

Loved this part:

"I know she thought I must have been nuts. You could practically read it in her expression, "What in the world are you doing, dragging leaves from one spot to another? Are you making a nest? Storing them for the winter? Do you plan to eat them?... what?!... you're not making sense.""


I've always thought of raking the yard as a strange quirk of civilization. We break our backs removing the leaves, with all their nutrients, from the lawn. Then we break our backs again applying artificial fertilizer to the lawn we just removed the natural fertilizer from. I understand the deer's confusion...


Scolded by a doe.

That's gotta be a first.

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