A whitetail deer, nibbling on grass in the field behind my house. Traffic stopped both ways on a busy street recently where I was driving for a tiny fawn, couldn't have been more than a few days old, in the middle of the road. It was between my car and another car (going the opposite direction). The other driver hopped out and carried it back into a nearby field—no sign of Mom. A deer about the size of the one in the pictures below bounded across a road about 50 feet in front of me when I was riding my bike this week.
This is why they're called "Whitetail Deer." (Hard to see, but the underside of their tail is white, and when they are running away from you they hold their tail high and the white underside is beautifully visible.)
Garden overflowing its boundaries:
Hey the garden bed looks great! Those are some fine looking eggplants climbing above that greedy squash.
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