‘Twas the night before Yesterday, when out in the farm
A tiny young deer came looking, looking
She was walking so softly, so softly with care,
Her Momma had said be gone —not here;
Being lonely, so lonely she came searching, searching wanting to be fed;
When out next to the trash can there arose such a clatter,
Boomer sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away, away out the back door he flew
Scaring a raccoon so lively and quick.
And then, in a twinkling, the tiny young hooves
Following the raccoon with hooves that go click!
Love,
Linda
P.S. We think the Momma deer has told this young doe it’s time to leave. She is very determined to hang around our farm house and in the farm yard (there go all my flowers, but oh, well). Terry thinks come spring she will move back up to the Upper End or over by the equipment. Until then she is determined to hang around here. Really not very afraid of Boomer. She is afraid of the lights suddenly turning on.
P. P. S.S. A pretty bad poem. Chuckle!
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Actually, I thought the poem was rather cute.
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You always say nice things! Thank you, George
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I love it! I love your night photos too. Such a great idea to see what is going on around your place at night.
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I enjoy them also. To see what the dog really is barking at is cool!
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Great night photos. Such a pretty yearling.
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She is. I think I might get her a deer block.
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We jave occasional deer in our fields but they never come as near as the farmyard – so lucky you.
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I like it. But she will be problem next year if she doesn’t go back out into the wild.
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She is probably lonely and would love to play with Boomer.
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We think she is lonely also. Boomer doesn’t try to chase her off.
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She will leave sooner or later, they can be real pests in gardens and flowers and corn fields! I kinda liked your poem:)
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You are kind! It was fun writing it. I really don’t want to lose some of my plants so I am rather hoping she does head back up to the Upper End.
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sweet little timid thing.
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I loved seeing the deer around your place. I would feed them if I had them here. 🙂 Raccoons, cute to look at but dangerous to dogs. I liked your spin on the poem. 🙂
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I love having them hang around.
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Dear wee deer .. It amazes me when the mothers go .. Time to leave. You are very generous with your garden 😉
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Not really. We need to push her to the Upper End where there is good fresh water and lots of grass!
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