Lou’s place seems to be turning into the New Mexico Refuge for Animals with Damaged Ears. Yesterday afternoon a doe and some young ones came foraging through. They gobbled up some rice Lou had left on top of an old barrel, nibbled on a willow Lou has been nursing along, and fished seed out a bird feeder with their tongues.
The doe had a split in one ear. “Oh yeah,” said Lou. “Her name is Notch.”
I had a mommy deer and baby deer resting in my unmowed lawn; she was looking at me as if to say you don't mind do you? My only thought was I could never shoot you, I'm glad the old man preferred the racing ponies to hunting.ReplyDelete