February 12, 2012
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Deer Poop
So we have had a group of 3-7 deer that have periodically been living in our backyard.
Oh the majesty, oh the beauty, oh my goodness do they poop a lot! I mean, I don’t want to aggressively detract from their natural grace, but I have about 200 small mounds of deer poop all over my yard.
My brother hunts. I don’t hunt. This is not really due to anything I have against hunting, I just don’t think it’s my thing. However, the more I look over my ever increasing mound of stool, I think that maybe I’ll be cheering for the wrong side next time I watch Bambi.
You know when it gets really interesting?
It’s when you get a nice snow cover and you want to build a snowman with your daughter. The white covering turned into an experience in the dangers of non-explosive land mines. It reminds me of a song…
“Frosty the poop-man, was a jolly, goopy ghoul,
with a corn-cob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of stool…”
“There must have been some magic in that deer-poop that we used,
for when we rolled it in a ball, he began to melt and ooze…”
Venison anyone?
