Eight Deer

I just stepped outside for a second to bring the garbage barrels in from the street. As I walked out I heard a commotion by the side of the house. Deer. Lots of them. I counted eight but there may have been more.

They stayed at the edge of the woods in the neighbor’s yard while I was at the street, but as soon as I started walking back to the house they booked it deeper into the woods.

I wish they’d hang out with us. I’ve got a bag of grapes in here that I would totally be willing to share.

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