This is the view from my computer. The deer and I have become very comfortable with one another. They see me move about, open the window and generally carry on with life, feet from their favorite apple tree. They are wholly and utterly unconcerned. Our house is simply an anomaly to them. Something that breaks up the acres of earth they roam here on the border of suburbia and rural New England.
They are indeed so at home here that even the presence of our very large dog Blackjack (pictured on “About Lisa” page) is sometimes not enough to break their morning meal. We have seen the Mother deer actually confront the dog, drawing a line in the sand, as it were. Blackjack is completely confounded, he just doesn’t know what to do with them when they don’t run.