Unbeknownst to a sleeping or absent ProfessorRoush, there seems to have been a party, or a series of parties, held in my back yard in the late month of November. My garden has, it seems, become the combined neighborhood delicatessen, coffeehouse, and social networking place for the wild creatures of field and forest. I suppose I should be grateful that they aren't egging the house, although I have noticed the damage from the deer equivalent of teenagers making wheel-mark doughnuts in my garden.
Take a really close look at the picture above, taken November 25th at 5:29 a.m. This is the Garden Musings equivalent of Disney's "Bambi" tale. The doe is easy to see, slightly blurry in the center of the picture, but look closely at the lower left corner. Those little blobs with the glowing eyes are two rabbits who evidently are not bothered by the simultaneous presence of the deer. Click on it if you need to blow it up a little to see them.
And the next night, November 26th at 3:47 a.m., the doe from the night before must have felt outnumbered by the rabbits and subsequently brought a friend for round two. Or several friends. I've got approximately 25 photos with deer in them exposed over the space of two hours and I have no idea if all the deer are the same as these two or whether the big party was off camera and they were just using this area for a private conversation.
Last, but not certainly least, on the third day, November 27, at 8:43 a.m., the antlered creature pictured above decided to answer the question I posed in a 2012 blog entry. Here, at last, is the missing and majestic Hart, bounding away in all his masculine glory. Nice antlers, buddy.
I must make all haste to deploy countermeasures before my rose garden gets eaten down to stubs. Hhmmmm, where did my bottle of water go?