Well the neighborhood deer have gotten pretty comfortable with hanging out.   They are part of the herd of God’s cattle, and they mostly go wherever the mood (or food) takes them.   Sometimes I don’t see them for weeks, which makes them the perfect sort of pet (unlike Miss P who is constantly seeing one or another of her vets).

This week I have had a lot of visitors, and they made themselves right at home.

This fellow had lost a fight, he had only one horn, and no harem.   Maybe next year.

This one is a fellow bachelor, they were no doubt relaxing together and talking about sports.

The ladies were standing, but the young buck (I think he’s a buck because he has antler buds) was laying down.   Maybe it’s a guy thing.

Yes, it is definitely a guy thing.   Here’s yet another buck just relaxing on the lawn.   My lawn is the perfect place to survey their domain and keep an eye out for predators, just in case.   And the front window is the perfect place to survey these deer. (And they’re not even bothered by Miss P madly barking at them from inside the house.)