I hated coming home to 2 deer in the backyard because one of them had a kind of weird plastic bucket attached to his antlers. He wasn't even trying to get it off and that kind of made me sad. Can you detect how I documented said deer with said bucket here? I wish that deer could have trusted me enough to let me close enough to remove the plastic bucket.Friday, May 21, 2010
The Bucket
I hated coming home to 2 deer in the backyard because one of them had a kind of weird plastic bucket attached to his antlers. He wasn't even trying to get it off and that kind of made me sad. Can you detect how I documented said deer with said bucket here? I wish that deer could have trusted me enough to let me close enough to remove the plastic bucket.
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So sad!
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I too feel sad about this deer.
That's awful!!
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I'm thinking of renting a tranq gun to help this deer.
I'm sure the deer had his bucket handy because he was coming over to my house to collect edible flowers and green tomatoes, maybe a little swiss chard that I planted and watched grow and was just about to cut for a delicious quiche but husband said, no, let it grow a little bigger. The deer, however, knew it was the perfect time for eating the beautiful chard and now we have not one chard leaf left. No quiche with homegrown organic chard will cross our lips this holiday weekend. You don't need to help the deer...they are helping themselves. I'm a tad bitter.
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