My animals are spoiled. Yes. Yes, they are. I buy cracked corn sorta for my chucks, but also for the White Tail deer. The deer beg. They stand at the bottom of the steps off the deck and look in through the sliding glass doors of the house and blink those giant beautiful eyes at me and say, “Gosh, it’s chilly out here. Don’t you have anything you can share? Don’t you have any corn?” And I do have corn.
I should show a pic of that scene. I don’t have one. Next time it happens I’ll take a pic and update this post.
Anyway, so today I had finished reading a journal article for class, and it wasn’t time for Zoom class yet, so as I bustled through the house I looked out the slider and saw a begging doe. I had time before class so I went out to the chicken house (where I keep the animal feed) and scooped up some cracked corn for her. I mean. There is still some snow left over from yesterday, so she’s probably cold. And things don’t grow that well in the winter. And, you know.
Yes! I’m a softie.
So I poured out a couple of piles of food for her on the grass. And the chickens, off in a huddle over by the creek, noticed I was doing something, and said, “Whut, ho?!” And they trotted over to investigate.
The doe was on alert, but ok with them at first.
I think this is the first time a deer has met my chickens close up. I recently discovered when I leave their door open, this particular group of hens doesn’t go far. In the past, I’ve had the Hussies, who roamed far and wide and brought shame on our family name. But in this group, there’s only one of that original bunch, and their dynamic is different. These 8 ladies prefer to hang around home. And their reward for that is that I’ve been leaving the door to their pen open nearly every day. They roam around, eat grass and bugs, and then go home at the end of the day. The deer come through the yard a couple times a day but there has never been a reason for them to meet each other until today.
It all went well till the hens pecked up the one pile of corn closest to them. The deer finished her pile of corn. There was one final pile of corn left untouched, and everybody wanted it.
The doe backed down, and let the hens have the third pile of corn, and then circled around back and ate the leftovers of their pile of corn that they hadn’t really finished. I can’t believe the deer let the hens have their way! It just goes to show how effective it is when you are bold and confident.
Then it was time for Zoom school and I logged in to my computer and let the ladies work it out.