Deer come for a snack of hostas.
No, there are no cows here (anywhere, as far as I can tell) but there are other monstrously large animals. The deer in these parts are very big, especially to those of us accustomed to the small montjac deer in Buckinghamshire.
This morning, Sparky started barking at the back door, and at first we thought it was just another squirrel. But I noticed this bark was different. It was more urgent and included some high pitched whining. So I got up and looked, and sure enough, there was a deer in the neighbor's garden, munching on her hostas.
Remembering my duties as Friday Animal Blogger, I found my camera, then I went out (in my pajamas) and snapped some photos. That's when I noticed there were two deer, watching me in case I might have something other than a Nikon in my hand.
I could hear someone tapping at a window, probably the neighbor trying to warn them off. She doesn't like it when the deer eat her hostas, and with such a lovely garden, who could blame her?
Having secured a few photos, I let loose the dogs.
Within seconds, the deer were on the run, and it turned out there was a third deer, behind the shed in this photo. Sparky felt pretty proud of himself, and we let him run around barking for a bit, sure that the neighbor wouldn't complain. Then I called him in, gave him a bone, and told him Good job!
He's been glowing all day, frankly.
