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<>_<>You're not going to believe this . . . . i c deer <>_<>

The Deer story

Please read the 3 explanatory paragraphs, and then look at the amazing pictures!

 Our house was built in the deer's natural habitat in a remote rural area. Well worn deer trails cut through the property's abundant pine and sage. The oldest deer we've met (we call her Mama Rose) walked right up to us when we first arrived, sniffing and looking us over.
Rose and her kin obviously think the yard belongs to them as much as anyone else. They especially like clover flowers, but it's amazing to see the variety of tasty flowers, leaves, twigs, nuts and berries they'll eat. They stay away from herbs and herbal flowers, but on occasion we've seen young deer eating the sweet medicinal berries of the Juniper tree.

While often running into the yard to greet us with their quiet enthusiasm, they will also swiftly shy away from strangers.

Although notoriously skittish, able to leap meters in the air in an instant when startled, a few deer we know, will let us touch them as if we were family, letting us scratch them or pick something out of their fur. Eva even enjoys a hearty back rub! We've certainly learned a lot about how to act around them so as not to disturb them.. We think they appreciate our efforts in fitting into their neighbourhood.  
Freddy with his first big antlers

Marlin's in the back yard with nine deer from Mama Rose's family 

 

Mama Rose, the matriarch, in winter 2005 she disappeared, passing her throne onto Lisa 
  
 

two women sharing a secret 



Eva and her kids 
  
Freddy eating clover flowers        

Rasa explaining the situation to Rosie 
    

Lisa and Eva looking up to the balcony 

young Ram with Marlin 

 
young Ram 

she doesn't care about the legs or the plastic rat -
after the photographer leaves
she'll eat one of those pumpkins by the tree  
     

Rasa giving Charlotte a third eye massage
(when he was very young we thought this guy was female,
but when his velvet antler brow first began to appear, and we realized our mistake, we decided to leave him as a buck named Charlotte )

 

Lisa ringing the front door bell with her nose 
 

could be any afternoon
  


    

Mama Rose on the balcony 
      

Young Ram practices the nose ritual with Rasa 

 well, come right in . . ..

 

young Ram 

 

  

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