Deer Crunch

 By Maryanna Gabriel

Munch, munch.

Woke up at five in the morning and did something I seldom do which was walk onto the balcony to check the weather. Can't claim to have ever done so at the crack of dawn. 

Much to my surprise, a large black tailed deer was in my precious garden. First time ever. Red alert. Emergency. emergency, emergency. By the time I got down there she had completed a good munch through all the broccolli, the chard, the lower branches of the apple tree, and the tops of the bean plants. Damn. Even a rose or two. 

Don't you think it's weird I got out there? By the time I bounded down, bounded being an optimistic description, all things considered with this back of mine, she had exited. 

Smart. The gates were closed. She pushed it. Bother. 

So now the gate is tied with a rope. And I am still finding casualties. Likes hostas, not so big on squash. 

What's left of the broccoli.