I believe we have a rogue deer in my part of the world.
How, might you ask, would I know that?
Because, I am a woman of New Mexico, daughter of a hunter and champion poo identifier.
That, my friends, is a healthy, well-fed ruminant.
So normally this wouldn’t bother me, but this little deposit, made Saturday evening, is located less than a foot from my home.
True, I live pretty much in the suburbs, but it’s not THAT suburban. We do have some open land a couple miles away from us, but it’s pretty tight housing and people where I’m at.
Here in California, we are SO anti the mountain lion, one gets spotted at a fair distance and the *freak* out happens. Quickly it’s captured and relocated or killed.
See, if we hadn’t killed all the mountain lions, those stick-legged animals wouldn’t be leaving their leavings in my front yard!
That’s the circle of life, people!
I’d be more than happy to help Bambi the Yard Visitor make his or her way onto my dinner plate, but noooo, California can’t have *that*.
Bambi is cute and doesn’t have sharp paws, so he gets to stick around, ruining fences, gardens and causing havoc but the feline meat eaters get ostracized.
(Note to my readers: oh yes I DID just post a poo photo on my blog! If the award winning Pioneer Woman can do it, well, so can I!)