Let’s talk about the deer.
(I almost titled this post “Oh, deer!” but I thought twice…)
Is it just me, or are there more deer than people in Bellingham? I swear that I don’t go on a single drive without seeing some trying to cross the road/nearly hitting one that is crossing the road. It’s kind of insane, right?
When we were signing the papers on our new house a couple of weeks ago, we happened to run into the previous owner in the lobby of the title company. She was so sweet and we chatted for a moment or two.
On our way out, she said, “Oh, I need to tell you about the deer. You have to feed them.”
She revealed that she’s been feeding them from her back porch for years and that they will actually come up to the back window and wait until you bring them apples.
Let’s try that again… Huh?
I asked if she cuts them up. (I was joking.)
She said yes. (She wasn’t joking.)
Josh and I left, shaking our heads and thinking that she must be exaggerating a bit. We laughed about it and told the kids that our new house came with pet deer. YAY! We don’t have to get a dog anymore!
Then, on Friday, Everett and I were in the front yard when we noticed a deer casually walking towards the back. By the time we got there, she was waiting for us, just at the end of the deck. And, even with a 4-year old who was hopping back and forth on his feet with excitement, she just stayed there… waiting.
I grabbed an apple from the fridge and tossed it out to her as she gave me an exasperated look, like she was saying, “It’s about time, lady.”
So, now we have a pet deer. She’s been back a couple of times now and gets so close that we could reach out and pet her, if we were so bold, which we aren’t. Because, um, rabies. She does seem to prefer the apples cut up — she couldn’t seem to break through the skin of the apple when it was whole. Also, I’m apparently a deer lady now. It’s like a cat lady, except weirder.
I admit that I feel like I’m screwing with Mother Nature a bit by feeding her and I’m wondering how long it will be before I come down the hallway to find a deer standing in my kitchen.
Do you have a crazy deer story to share? Please do! Crazy like company.
This isn’t our first close encounter with wild animals. This happened at our house in Seattle: Read this first, then this. Warning: It includes raccoons. And some graphic language. And possibly some illegal animal dumping.