No, not us.
(WE finally figured out what was causing all these kids)
The Pure Florida HQ deer (aka ...gardengobblers, squashslurpers, veggievanquishers, beanplant browsers, etc) are expecting.
This doe was in the front "yard" the other day so I slipped out to shoot her ... digitally shoot her.
She wasn't crazy about that idea, so she slipped into the woods. The yellow sign along the sandy track that serves as a driveway says, "Lab Crossing" on the other side. Perhaps I need a second sign, " Pregnant Doe Crossing".
I gave her a little head start, and then headed off after her. It was another windy day and I thought I could creep up on her since the wind whipped wildly whooshing trees would cover my approach.
Sure enough, in a shady palm hammock that we call "the glade", I found her ... frozen. She had still managed to spot me before I spotted her. In fact, I actually spotted the young spike buck below and was shooting him, when I realized she was just a few feet away staring at me.
So I had managed to sneak up on her after all ... I just didn't know it.
Doesn't she look nicely pregnant?
This knobby headed spike buck is probably the bouncy goofy fawn that was around all last summer with his momma. This fall will be a challenge for him, since he will be sporting legal antlers for the first time and may wind up on some one's dinner table.
If he's smart, he'll roam between neighbor Fred's 10 acres and my 10 acres. Neither of us shoot deer on our property, but (and here is where his testosterone speaks) look at those pictures ... I could stalk and take a deer easy if I wanted to do so.
I'm not against deer hunting, I just run Pure Florida HQ as a sanctuary ... even when they eat my garden that I stuck in the middle of THEIR habitat.