|C'mon Marge, the coast is clear|
The boss is pretty sure the Amish are coming on our posted land to hunt. This probably means the deer herd is getting thinned, fast, hard, and out of season.
|I see you, but you don't scare me a bit|
It also means that such deer as are still standing upright have moved to the house and environs.
|Om, nom, nom, if you used weed killer on your lawn I wouldn't find all these goodies to eat|
It also means, although perhaps not through direct cause and effect, that we are overrun with ticks. These photos were taken from the back porch, midday. I hooted and hollered and made silly talk while banging the wall to try to get some action shots.
None of them did more than lift their heads while chewing whatever that is that they are eating.
Then Alan ran after them like a wolf.
Then they got shifting. Don't they realize that while obeying the law of the land and waiting for season to open, we DO like venison?