Monday, September 22, 2008

Busted. The deer are so used to my voice now, they don't even run. A few nights ago I came home to a large buck standing in front of the porch, eating flowers. If you've never heard a deer whistle, it has to be one of the more shrill sounds in nature. It's a sound one usually hears when a deer is in flight, running for it's life. It's a sound that these guys have never made-not once. Makes me feel like a pushover.
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