Dear deer
What beautiful creatures! Lithe, graceful, filled to bursting with fluid movement, they live in the dark woods and bother no one. People, that is. But Hostas? They are a delicacy. Finally, with but one small change to our household this season, the deer population have discovered the Hosta people. Who would have thought a thirty-five pound ball of fur could have made the difference? But he did. Maxx died last year and since then our Hostas have become – as they say – fair game.
Well, if we can discourage them until mid-August without them making too much trouble, I guess they can eat all they want. It’ll save me some later labor.
Within the last week we’ve had two full grown females nibbling in the back yard and yesterday I saw one heading east in front of our place at a near gallop.
Oh, and Flower, our resident skunk, seems to have moved on. He was cute, but the upside is, he didn’t leave any odiferous residue as a going away present.
Dick and Holly
