Here are some deer that congregate over our septic tank area where grasses grow very well and when other browse becomes scarce they like to frequent this area for the numerous varieties of forage. This particular doe happens to be the daughter of Daisy - possibly one of the best deer around with the exception of Junior who was the son of Daisy. She has a little one with her but it is unknown if it is hers or not. Further out back was one we know as the son of Hat-rack. Hat-rack got his name as he used to travel with Junior. He hung around late one season and I was talking to him and told him if he would drop his antlers I would use them to make a hat rack. Well he walked off a few feet, shook his head and one fell off right after our talk. He went a few more feet and shook and the other one came off. They were still wet with blood when I picked them up. Hence the name Hat-Rack. That is how he got his name.
Some would consider me strange for talking to wild animals. Perhaps it is the sound or tone of my voice but they will stand there for as long as I talk to them. I tell them all sorts of things and they will stand there while I talk to them. When I stop they get nervous and start to wander off. The one out back has the perfect match for Hat-racks antlers just like the other young one who has come around a few times has the perfect match for Junior. Body markings, antlers in their most unique form, etc.
The strange part was that Hat-Rack, Junior and another deer named Uno all got used to their name and would actually come by name when called. Junior would come for a nose rub and the other two would stand back 4-6 feet from us and watch. Genetics are wonderful and the younger bucks that come around now have the very same markings, antlers, and unique physicality that their dad's had.
Junior was the most unique as he would come right up to me and follow me around. He had a preference for Fuji apples and we would sometimes share an apple together. The other two while not quite that brave would not run away but kept a few feet of distance. I miss the old gang of deer that used to frequent our yard. They knew it was safe here and hung around a lot.
Those were good times and precious times that I miss a lot. What is strange is that totally wild animals will trust a human spontaneously on very rare occasions. When that happens you know it is a very rare occasion.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.