My trail camera has spent most of the summer in desperate need of attention. The batteries were beyond dead and I had removed the digital memory card and never replaced it. After a long, hot summer, who really cares if the garden is being sampled at night? I had, within the last two weeks, taken the precaution of putting up the chicken wire bindings that protect my tree trunks from deer, and I've spent time doing various and sundry other garden cleanups.
With autumn coming on, however, I felt a need to know who was rambling around my garden at night, and I put the camera back in working order last week. I've seen no evidence of wildlife damage, at least not on a conscious level, but somehow I felt that something about the garden was different. I somehow sensed Other. Other in the form of a marauding horde. Other in the form of hungry visitors.
I didn't have to wait long for evidence. Dear, oh dear, I've got deer. Lots of deer, sampling tender rose tips and buds. What I did not expect was the jocular nature of this invasion, the sheer "We're in it for the fun" attitude of this year's table guests. The first guy above, a handsome stag, seemed to be casting a playful little goofy look for his "selfie", and he was good enough to pose with a full profile on the next night. Quite a well-antlered boy, don't you think, Ladies?
The stags have been followed already by doey-eyed does, their long eyelashes so innocent and flirtatious with the camera. Tail up in the air, this lady is ready to find her a man, yessir, yessir. Soon enough, there will be little fawns appearing in these pictures, their molecules and atoms composed mostly of reconstituted rosebuds and rose leaves from my garden, Oh well, que sera sera, we're all just the recycled products of some supernova anyway, or so I'm told. Anyway, I've got to admit that these selfies beat the heck out of anything the Kardashians have produced.