A couple of weeks ago Papa Pea went out to close up the critters for the night. As he was finishing, he noticed a young buck deer standing outside the fenced in area.
Seeing deer around our place is not unusual. At certain times of the year they are so prevalent that we can't drive in or out of our driveway through the woods without encountering a deer or often times three or four together.
We don't feed the deer (as many people in our area do) because we don't want them to become dependent on us. Also, we'd just as soon they didn't get used to coming close to our house and buildings because they will destroy just about any vegetation we humans (who have invaded their territory!) plant.
What was unusual about this little buck the night Papa Pea first saw him was that he wasn't skittish as deer most often are and he didn't turn and run when he saw this big guy walking across the yard not far from him.
Matter of fact, the deer started walking toward Papa Pea, came right up to him . . .
. . . and stuck his head in the grain bucket. This was obviously a deer that someone had trained to eat from their hand . . .
. . . which is exactly what he did when offered a handful of grain by Papa Pea. (What was that I said about us not feeding the deer?)
Our friendly deer has shown up two or three more times but up until last night, it's always been too dark for me to get any pictures.
Last night hubby stuck his head in the door and told me to come out with my camera. I was in luck in that I had nearly enough light and was able to get these included pictures of our new friend.
Finally Papa Pea told him he thought he'd had enough to eat, gave him a pat on the neck and the deer turned to walk off into the woods.
The sad thing we're thinking about is that hunting season is coming up soon and I don't think the little guy stands a chance because he'll probably walk right up to the first hunter he encounters and he'll be a goner. Maybe that's another good reason not to feed or tame deer around here.
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