I spilled part of a bag of birdseed near my neglected weed patch herb garden this weekend. A hillock of builder's sand nearby has briar vines snaking across the top, mute testimony to some forgotten thought.
The "gang of ten" deer that patrol the perimeter spy the bird seed. I watch them for more than ten minutes as they sneak up on the small pile of seed. This is a group of six does and yearlings and four spotted fawns. At one point, a fawn climbs the sand pile. "King of the hill!"
A fat dove sees what is happening and reclaims her turf. The deer are spooked by this feathered shrew. They fly white flags, and quit the place for deeper woods.
