Our blue crockery corn bowl has a new guest: a mama white tail. She eats facing the house and our bank of windows, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.
Yesterday, all eyes were on her: Lady Squirrel and Lord Bushytail and their kids (twin girls), Drake, Brownie, Downy, Sleeve and Crip (no baby ducks this year, too many predators). Everyone was watching her. And not politely either. Whether furred or feathered, the critters were pretty well ticked off to watch their corn slide down the doe’s gullet, and they huffed or barked their displeasure accordingly.
This does not include the bluejays squawking from tree limbs or the cardinals fretting from the electrical line.
Or the two people sitting inside the house afraid to move for fear she’d run.
I’m not kidding. It was fun watching the doe, seeing her this close to us, but after awhile a girl’s gotta go to the kitchen and rescue the potatoes from boiling over on the stove. (Or rescue the stove, depending on your perspective). But, no.
“Don’t move,” MSB demands. “She’ll run!”
So, I sat, one eye on her and the other on the potato foam bubbling dangerously close to the top of the pot, forbidden to move by a deer. Or a dear. Whichever.
Still, it was a funny sight: Ducks on one side, squirrels on the tree on the other, not to mention the three cats frozen in awe in front of the windows. And one oblivious doe getting squawked at in the middle. At one point, I noticed the bluejays conferring on the branch. I listened closely, and sure enough, they were discussing the merits of dive-bombing something that outweighed them by roughly 140 pounds.
They didn’t have to go through with their plans, though, because eventually the deer walked off, apparently satisfied. I checked the potatoes thankful they had enough room to roll without boiling over. When I returned, Downy and Crip were tapping their webbed feet near the window and glaring into the house. It seems the doe didn’t even leave them a corn husk to share between them. And just what are you going to do about it?!
Sigh. The things I do to keep peace.