I almost forgot, Nubbins has been hanging out at the house lately too…
He just lays there, chewing is cud while keeping an eye on us in the house and watching for the dog. She’s pretty good about the deer as long as they don’t run – if they run all bets are off. I can’t blame her, it’s her job!
Why Nubbins, you ask? The first year he was around all he had was little nubbins of growth. Then spikes, then tiny forks, now a respectable 3 x 2 with one brow tine. Of course we’re not entirely sure this is the same deer we first named Nubbins, but he’s so familiar and easy going around the house we’re calling him that anyway.
There’s something so glorious about looking out there and seeing him hanging around, seeing all of them hanging around on a regular basis; it’s like having a patronus – Matt’s would be a deer (or elk, even better!), mine a dragonfly.