I ventured outside this fine morning and found that I had a visitor.
Make that two. They have been together every time I have seen them. Yesterday as I rounded the corner of the building, heading to my vegetable garden, they ran lickity-split from my yard. I don't know which of us was more startled. No time to grab my camera, only to mourn the loss of my beans. I suppose they have to eat, too.
Grass, let them eat grass. The grass is no longer brown and dead looking , but green and lush and in need of mowing every other day.
They still have spots. Although they let me get pretty close, it was not close enough to determine gender. Where is Marshell when I need him? He is the one who proclaimed that Mr. Martha, the cat was female. Maybe I don't need him, after all.
Here they are at the corner of Bullfrog Boulevard and Frog Hollow. You will not the deer crossing sign in the background. These are smart kampers, my deer.
Obviously twins, I feel I should name them. But, are they boys or girls .......... or, maybe one of each. I had one of each 37 years ago. Not deer, humans. Jeff and Jill. He, who was enthralled with his offspring, wanted to name them Jack and Jill. But I prevailed, not wanting them to hate us.
He, who says he got close enough to "see", says that they are girls. I suppose he is better at gender guessing than Marshell, since he found the equipment Mr. Martha had hidden so well.
Suzy and Sally. I called out to them , but only Suzy looked my way. I told her to be very careful crossing the road and to look out for men in camo, with guns. Deer season will be here soon.