Last Saturday night, our dogs went a bit crazy with excitement. I mean . . . like turning themselves inside-out with their barking.
It was a total Sound The Alarm thing going on.
Turns out, it was this:
Three deer. Scoping out the garden bed (where the hosta-salad-bowl will appear soon).
They just sauntered, leisurely, about the yard.
They couldn't care less about the dogs -- apoplectic -- up in the house.
I know most people (and gardeners especially) consider deer to be a nuisance. But I love seeing them close up! I love sharing my neighborhood and my landscape with deer and hawks and squirrels and rabbits and snakes and toads and songbirds and woodchucks and chipmunks and possums.
When I was a child, growing up in suburban 1960s America, I never saw any of these creatures. (Well . . . maybe a gopher or two . . .) We never had birds. I only saw deer at deer parks. Our garden had no toads or snakes or possums. A hawk or an eagle? Unthinkable!
You know what I say?
Thanks for cleaning up our environment -- and creating a world where I can enjoy wildlife. . . right in my own backyard.