Oh Dear, Oh Deer!

We had our work cut out for us the other day over at the neighbours.  As I've mentioned, we are taking care of their place while they are away.  I went over to feed the dog and cat and check the garden and noticed the gate was open.  I locked it up and then noticed a deer at the back of the garden.  The deer was.....

dead!  It must have got trapped in the fenced garden and panicked.  But boy did that lead to lots of fun for my three boys...the big one and the little one.  I ran back to the house and told the news to my husband.  We got our gloves out and as we proceeded back to the neighbours I wondered if in fact I would be able to touch a dead dear, let alone, help to pick one up to move it somewhere.  This seemed to be yet another initiation into country living.  At least I had my Laura Ashley designer gardening gloves to protect me.

The boys (meaning my husband, with little boys along for the ride) ended up taking the neighbours quad, attaching a trailer to the quad and heaving the heavy deer into the back of the trailer.  They took the deer out to our friendly neighbourhood farmer's field and left it on the edge of the field, in view for the wildlife to discover the carcass and have a feast before the deer started to smell up the neighbourhood (yes, I've experienced that as well and it was not pretty!).  So now, non stop for two days the little boys have begged to go down and see the vultures and eagles that have found the deer.  We have ventured down there no less than 5 times with the spotting scope for great close ups!  It's fascinating for the boys - big and little boys alike.  With awe and wonderment they ask "Mummy do you think they've eaten the eye's yet?"  I look on in disgust amazed at how much I'm really not into this.