My gang of 8 has turned into the furry dozen. Only a handful will come close to me, but when I yell Sweet Feed, it’s quite the sight to see a small herd of deer come running toward you/me.
The one on the right is Miss Floppy Ear and on the left is a yearling. Miss Floppy Ear will stand and listen to me talking to her, as if she understands some.
Funny, it looks like there isn’t much snow, but if I were to step off my packed down path, I’d sink about 2 feet.