I wonder how the deer feel when spring arrives,the trees unfurl their leaves and suddenly they have fresh, fresh, fresh food?
This buck worked it’s way into the Phlox and honeysuckle bushes, it later told me it was trying to find the most nutrient dense leaves and complained that mother nature had stocked them “way at the back of the ‘shelves.'” I don’t know why he was complaining, he was tall and he had a longer neck than I do…if that was my food source, I would starve to death because of my short neck…no way could I reach that high.
BEAUTIFUL JOCKO VALLEY…VERY BEAUTIFUL, VERY REAL, VERY MONTANA.
AN ANTLER STACK…VERY MONTANA…VERY REAL…VERY SHARP!!!
“PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU’RE KIDDING…PLEASE TELL ME THAT THERE IS NOT SLEET/ICE PELLETS ON THE WAY.”
“IF THE WEATHER REALLY IS GOING TO GET BAD, I’D LIKE SOME HOT CHOCOLATE WITH AN EXTRA SERVING OF MARSHMALLOWS.”
LATE IN THE AFTERNOON, SOMETIMES WHEN IT’S ALMOST DUSK, THE DEER START TO MAGICALLY APPEAR FROM THE WOODS.
IN THE TOP IMAGE, THEY’VE HEARD A CAR PULL INTO THE DRIVEWAY…MOST OF THE TIME THEY MAKE SURE THAT THERE’S NO THREAT AND THEY GO ON ABOUT THEIR BUSINESS.