As you know, we have a family of assorted deer (including twins that were born here last spring) that hang out in our garden. Oh, they humor Kent by leaving for an hour or so when he yells and throws rocks at them, but I think they know he's just giving them a little "tough love." Our little deer herd has been gone for a week, and here's why. Last Saturday while we were at Marissa's birthday party, Lyndsie called with disturbing news. Someone in a pickup had just pulled up, shot the two-point buck (who was bedded down within 10 feet of our house!) and drove off. Several people in the neighborhood called 911 after they heard the shot and watched the deer stumble and fall when he tried to get up and run. As a mom with a toddler, Lyndsie was shocked and upset that someone would fire a rifle right next to the house. The injured deer rested for a while in the field behind the house, but apparently police can't shoot a deer, even to end his suffering. He was gone Sunday morning when Kent and Solomon went looking for him. Our neighbor even searched with a bloodhound, but he couldn't find him either. Everyone asks about him, but no one in the neighborhood has seen him since Saturday night.
So minus the two-pointer, our little herd came home today, bedding down right on the front lawn. It may take a while before Kent has the heart to throw rocks at them.
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