Oh Deer!

Deer, deer, deer. Daddy Deer with antlers and spotted fawns tagging behind him, no less. The entire Deer family. In my backyard. Grazing on whatever catches their eyes--Grandma's rose, Neblitt's blueberry bushes, Parker's Whopper tomatoes, stringbeans, cucumber vines. I'd show you a photo, but it came out too blurred. If your glasses fog up and you can't tell your camera is set on close-up when you're taking a picture from across the yard, well....


The forensic evidence is in:

hoof prints----------------- and I wonder
why my cubanelle pepper grows like it's
doing the limbo. Yes, that stem is parallel to the dry earth.















dental imprints--------------tell a trained investigator
age, sex, species, size and social security number.
I, however, am not trained. For all I know this could be the work of a raccoon or the devil. What, I ask, is the purpose in biting this exquisitely perfect fruit without consuming it?