Moving west of Denver into the foothills has given me the gift of seeing with new eyes.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Mule Deer
We’ve seen the mule deer often this week. Here a buck is scratching his antlers against the dead branches of a bush and digging a hole. We couldn’t decide if the hole was the result of scratching his antlers, or if he was trying to dig.
One morning after I’d put birdseed out for the birds this buck appeared. He kept pushing the feeder with his nose until he figured out how to tip it enough for seed to fall out into his mouth. Several Stellar’s Jays, a rabbit, and two chipmunks searched the ground around the deer picking up the seeds that fell.
Another deer showed up and stared up at Tad as if to ask for more.
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