The neighborhood gang arrived this morning … the weather was nice enough for them to leave the shelter of the bushes in the valley south of us. Whenever they pass through our yard, we get the camera, and watch from our window. We have mixed feelings when they arrive … we love to watch the wildlife from our window, but this bunch are not related to Bambi. They strip the newly-planted trees, they eat flowers in our flower pots, and the bucks will charge if they think we shouldn’t be where they want to be. I can’t say that they are cute, except for the babies with the spots who run and skip behind their mothers. They move up and down our valley, and seem to be quite comfortable in the neighborhood.
It seems that they understand that the people here won’t shoot them because the only weapon allowed in the area is a bow and arrow, and it’s hard to find anyone who can shoot a straight arrow. Almost everyone in a vehicle will slow down when the gang decides to cross the road, and loud noises like horns and loud motors don’t bother them … they’ve heard them all before.
However, what gets their attention, as we watched this morning, are the dogs. Our neighbors down the road from us have two young dogs who take great pleasure in chasing ‘the gang’ from their territory. Nobody walks on their yard without permission, so the gang keeps their distance. They stand on the hill in front of our house, and watch and listen. If the dogs don’t go back to their house, the gang will trot off in the opposite direction. No point in causing a fuss on such a beautiful morning.
Mona ... from the Foothills of the Canadian Rockies!
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