Sneaking around the side of the house, camera in hand, I startled the Peeping Tom - or Tilly - whose head rose up for a clear mug shot:
|Shucks - caught me!|
The little deer was likely an autumn baby - spots gone, yet still no taller than the bottom of the window, which is about two feet above ground. No sign of mama around, and yet he or she (the antler buds generally don't develop until about five or six months, according to my resources) seemed healthy enough - thick shiny coat, clear eyes, a bit thin perhaps for the start of winter but not alarmingly so.
|Were those groceries for me?|
We see many deer around here, all year around - they walk through town, across town, uptown, in front of cars, through the parks, down along the beach......they are the bane of many a gardener's life, yet I never tire of watching and photographing them. And although I see them almost daily, they don't often show up on my lawn, let alone peering in my windows.
But back to the deer, who was cautiously but quite fearlessly keeping an eye on me while dining on the plants, none of which are of great interest to most deer when tastier morsels are plentiful. Sort of like the odds of me choosing lettuce when there's a table of fancy desserts nearby.
|Sigh...you'd think she'd at least plant some tasty roses among this boring green stuff!|
I took some more photos from about 10-15 feet away, then returned inside the house. My little visitor soon continued down the road either seeking out a better buffet or looking to hitch a ride back to the North Pole with a man in red.
|Don't forget to leave some carrots out for me on Christmas Eve!|