Oh Deer

When we first moved here, the Boggy Thicket was surrounded by woods that extended for several miles in all directions.  Some of that land has been converted into subdivisions, but a lot of it is still untouched, so you might think that we would see a lot of deer.

We don’t.

We have seen quite a few over the years, but not nearly as often as you might expect, so it has been a pleasant surprise to see them this summer. 

Actually, I think we are only seeing the same one, a doe, several times a week. 

She crosses the road just north of us and travels through the Graff’s front yard to the pond in their back yard.  From there, she cuts across our woods and crosses the road to Ray Winkler's place, where she disappears.  Ray’s place used to be a nursery, but much of it has reverted to nature.  It’s covered with willow trees and undergrowth so thick that the doe could be invisible three feet inside the fence.

I don’t know where she’s coming from, or where she is headed, but the thing that really intrigues me is how she gets back.  Since spring, we have seen her make that trip two or three times a week, but we have only seen her headed south.