Some of the blogs I follow, from time to time, post photos and descriptions of where they live, and I always like seeing these landscapes from city neighborhoods to farms to forests that crowd out the sun.
One of the reasons I like reading about others’ homes is because it helps me look at my own town with new eyes.
There are a couple things that stand out for me in the place I now live. There are the most colorful skies I’ve ever seen. The wind roars over the mountains. Coyotes howl in the moonlight.
But, for me, a distinguishing part of the town are the deer, and unknown to them, they are the center of a town debate: are they pests we need to control or should we welcome them in?
While I do sympathize with gardeners and growers who lose out to the deer, I’m one of the ones who likes having them around. It’s true they eat roses, so now I plant lavender in the yard, a plant they are supposed to dislike.
There are a lot of them this year, maybe the cold December forced them down. During the heaviest snow, there were sometimes 10 of them hanging out in the yard.
And in town, they are even more prolific. Maybe they are just realizing town is fairly safe for them. Predators like lions and coyotes seldom (although sometimes) come within the city limits, and while there are some poachers, they are rare and arrested when caught.
They wander through town, down the streets and leap over fences into backyards.They have little fear. They graze just outside the fence where my dog, Loki, goes ballistic, and pay him hardly any mind at all.
The roads can be dangerous, especially at dawn and dusk when the deer leap across the highway for better grazing land. It’s almost a rite of passage to hit one. You’re really a local once a deer has crashed into your car. I’ve never hit one yet.
But they’re my neighbors and I like their company. And they’re better neighbors than some of their human counterpoints.