There is nothing like a good snow to let you know

what goes on in your yard while you are not looking.

The tracks tell the tales of who did what, where.

This last snow confirmed what we all ready suspected.

The deer are desperate for food.

They devoured all those rogue Kwanso daylilies on the bank during the snow.

Now they are eating the iris

and the azaleas

and Mondo grass

and even the Holly ferns.

Feed them Flower, you may think.  Save those desperate deer.

What am I going to do?

Nothing.  I have done too much all ready.

I have filled my yard with juicy vegetation

which keeps the females fat and fertile.

A female feasts.  A female fattens.  The doe goes into estrus.

Next she is pregnant and eating for two or three.

Then she is a hungry nursing mother.

Soon the fawns need my flowers, too.

Now, we have a hungry herd.

Feed them?  So the cycle can repeat again?  So the herd can get even bigger?

To slow down this cycle, there must be limited food.

I have made this artificial environment.

I am not Mother Nature. I have upset the balance.

So I must let them destroy my gardens,

until they eat it down and go away or stop reproducing.

FLOW