It’s been an interesting past couple of months here at the Farm without Shasta. The house is a lot quieter and things that we did that were habits are still haunting me. Certain foods make me want to call her to come “share” with me. She loved tomatoes and cantaloupe. I still go looking for her on occasion and will even start to call her into the house. It gives me pause, but I’m better now versus the month after she left us.
I’ll bet you’re wondering where this is going.
I’ve noticed the cats hanging out on the deck and in the backyard, the raccoons are closer to the house and come on the deck in the evening looking for food, and even the deer seem relaxed in the pastures — close to the house. Not too long ago, I opened the front door and literally was face-to-face with a rather large doe. Surprised both of us! There are a lot of deer out now – it’s birthing season (finally). The pasture below the Barn (our house) is a meeting place for them. The turkey hens are hustling their chicks along the driveway and into the pasture with the deer. Animals abound all over the Farm and close to the house.
I mentioned this to the Mr last week. We talked on how it seemed strange that the animals were all coming closer to the house. They usually kept a respectful distance away.
Tonight, for the first time since we moved here years ago, I caught a deer nibbling at the rose bushes. They’re pretty pithy now since Winter stretched into last week, but they do have flowers on them. The deer never bothered my roses – even when they were in their full glory (I usually have the most gorgeous rose bushes). That is until today.
As I was staring at the doe somewhat dismayed, it finally occurred to me – my “aha” moment. I knew exactly why the animals were now coming closer to the house, were gathering more and more in the pasture below the Barn, and why that doe was eating my roses.
This is the first time in years that we do not have at least one dog. There is no threat, no worry that a dog will come bounding out of the house to chase them down the driveway, off the deck or out of the backyard.
The animals know — with Shasta gone, it is safe to go wherever they’d like… and eat my roses.