3 deer: a mama and 2 fawns. Munching the edge of a flower bed.
Mama saw me watching from an upstairs window and thought better of it. In a few long springing leaps, she traversed the grass path around to the edge of the woods.
The young deer kept munching. One saw Mama waiting and joined her. The other kept eating.
I opened my window and yelled, "Hey!" The youngster didn't even look up.
I yelled again and clapped my hands which caught its attention. Then it bolted straight behind it towards the woods. "Hey, not through the flower bed," I admonished. Youngsters.
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