I just have to show you this first. I took this picture yesterday morning just to prove to some of you that we really do have a deer problem around here.
Yup. That’s my driveway. And you know what’s worse? It is completely normal. Well, maybe not just one deer, that’s weird. Usually there are at least 4-6 at a time just sauntering through. These deer are afraid of nothing! Have thrown rocks at them, Hänsel barks, I yell, I clap and wave my arms like a mad woman… nothin’. They just stand there looking at me as if I were crazy. I guess I am, but that’s a whole other conversation. Thank goodness we have a 10 foot fence around the whole garden!
For those of you that think the 10 foot tall garden fence is “overkill”, now you see that we really do have hungry deer here. If you live somewhere with no deer, you are the luckiest person on earth! Our deer eat “deer resistant” plants and even forage in the compost. If they don’t eat it, they rip it out of the ground and spit it out right next to the hole.
Deer are evil.
Anyway– I just wanted to share a funny little thing with you and then got all carried away with my deep hatred of deer. Earlier, Trevor was showing me a picture of some goats that one of his day-job customers have. Just three years ago I would have never been able to figure out what breed they were without the assistance of Google, but in that moment I was able to him that they were Boer goats and they were commonly used for meat. All matter of fact. Like I’m some super fancy goat expert or something. Ha! I crack myself up sometimes with all they weird knowledge I have rattling around in my brain. It got me thinking about everything I have learned in these past three years. Now it seems almost normal that I can spout off something as odd as a breed of goat and it’s purpose. Trevor didn’t even blink an eye. He totally believed me!
Maybe it’s not a big deal. I don’t know. But as a city kid, born and raised, I find it odd that I am in so deep on the other side. I love that I can have philosophical conversations about chicken breeds and breaking broody behavior. I see a rainy day now and think of it as an opportunity to spin up my box o’ wool. These days I find myself scouting for good land or looking at grocery store items as ingredients for some creepy drink culture. I used to spend my free time wandering the San Francisco Bay Area streets with friends, sipping on Starbucks and talking about new movies. What a strange turn my life took. For the better I believe, but strange still.