It's a love/hate relationship--they come across here every morning --lovely pieces of wildness drifting across like shadows in the dawn. Always a thrill to view them-- and on a frosty morning positively poetic, but the down side is that they have a taste for roses ..vegetables..fruits.. and ornamentals that I have nurtured through drought and hurricane.
These are does and their fawns..some born on the place..we have seen the spotted fawns hidden near brush piles and avoided them on our walks. The bucks are more secretive or maybe have already been thinned out by the hunters--we rarely see them.
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