I’ve been thinking about 2016 and what it might bring. The first thing that comes to mind is snow. It seems like a certainty that we will get snow, but the forecasters are saying our February could be in the 50’s and 60’s. Last year it didn’t really snow until the first week of January but then never stopped until May. I wonder if we get a reprieve in February, could that mean snow until June? It isn’t unheard of, but rare here. I never plant Memorial Day flowers on my parents grave until that weekend, not because I’m lazy (well I am lazy), but we almost always have a frost the week before Memorial Day thus killing everything I painstakingly planted (or Rich planted and I watched, you be the judge.)
We have fed deer during the winter for probably the last ten years. When I was a kid, my dad explained that we need hunters otherwise the deer population gets too large and they starve for lack of food. As an adult, I’ve always felt there should be an alternative to killing the herd, so we feed as many deer as we can. We rarely see deer until the first real snow and then at dusk they show up looking for dinner. It’s unbelievable how they know exactly where and when to find a hearty meal. We buy roughly 1,000 pounds of corn from a local farmer and dole it out as the pile diminishes. Our herd has been as high as around twenty-five (they’re hard to count when they move around so much.) When it gets that high, it’s survival of the fittest and we have deer arguments where they try to beat each other with their front hooves. It isn’t pretty and I always wonder if we’re going to have a death match in our backyard.
We haven’t opened a bag of corn yet this year so I’m assuming we have some pretty chubby mice in our storage garage. I picture a Disney animated film with a mouse so fat it can’t get up to help Cinderella make her dress. We’d have to retitle it something like “No Song, No Dress, No Prince, Just One Fat Mouse.”
I think I have too much time on my hands, or corn, depending on how you look at it.
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I am choking and gasping for breath because I’m laughing so hard, reading your post. Chubby mice, indeed. And impolite deer.
I live right in the middle of town, but you wouldn’t know it because of the deer roaming around. I almost hit one coming home the other night. The deer population is a real problem here. My son is a hunter, and not for the sport of it. Venison stew, anyone?
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I absolutely hate venison and as a kid, Mom would put a hamburger wrapper in the trash thinking I’d fall for it..Venison still tastes like venison and nobody will ever convince me otherwise.
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