So we go along with our work, right...
No. Of couse not. Honey, I live in the country, but come on. I run inside to grab camera and phone (in that order) and run out to this...
...which turns into this...
...which turns into this...
Okay so story goes...The name on the collar turns out to be some friends from church. When I call her to tell her I am a little freaked out because my daughter is feeding a buck on my patio and the buck is TRYING TO GET IN MY HOUSE.
So she calmly replies,"Well let him in. His name is Max and he shouldn't tee-tee. We'll be right there."
So they live about 15 miles away and raised this buck from a baby when his mom was found dead in a nearby city. They never had any problem with him running off until they had to put him in a fence. Before that he just wandered in and out through the doggy door, curling up at night on the couch for a bedtime snuggle. He has definitely been city-fied because he wouldn't eat corn, he only wanted cookies - which of course was not found in this house, but I did have cereal. Poor guy had been starving and resorted to eating acorns of all things. Bless his little heart. A deer eating acorns! He must have been mortified when I offered him corn, no doubt.
Not to shabby for a Friday night!


3 comments:
Okay, that is amazing. I bet your were amazed and freaking out at the same time!
AWE! I love it! I live in the country too, but it's not like that happens everyday!!
Glad best hubby wasn't home or that'd be venison by now.
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