We live in the woods, on an acre of land. Our neighbors all have spacious lots as well. There is also an unbuildable lot adjacent to ours. And trees. There are LOTS of trees, mostly oak. In addition to flowers and shrubs which people so graciously provide as buffets for the local deer, acorns are a prized delicacy for deer. All this is to say, space + food sources = deer in our neck of the woods.
This does not make us unhappy because you may recall we like to eat venison. Mr. Lime, Diana, and Isaac do not have to travel far to find places to hunt. In fact, although we cannot use rifles in our neighborhood, there is an area where bow and arrow can safely be used. It just so happens to match up to the area where our kids' tree house was built when we moved here a decade ago. Imagine that.
Normally, my band of fearless hunters get doe tags when they apply for their hunting licenses because for us it's about the meat rather than the trophy. That's not to say we'll pass up a buck that walks within range but if a doe suitably sized for filling the freezer wanders by first that's what they go for. This year, they were slow in applying for doe tags so they are limited to only being able to take bucks. It increases the challenge since 50% of the population is now forbidden.
Sunday morning Mr. Lime dragged me to the window to show me the herd of does that had invaded our back yard. It's been years since we've seen that many in our yard at once....and close enough to nearly pet them if we stood on the back porch. Next he called Diana to the window. Here then is the conversation that passed between them.
Him: Can you believe how many there are? When's the last time you saw that here?
Him: They know. I swear those stupid things know I can't do anything to them.
Her: Yep. They have calenders. They know it's Sunday. (No hunting on Sunday)
Him: They know I don't have a doe tag too.
Her: Assholes. They tell each other.
Him: I'm sure they have cellphones too.