Share Your Garden! My Zero-Work Garden, Giant Zucchini and Second Year Eggplant

“A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising, and then after all, little by little, it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.” ~ Gertrude Stein

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Visit From a Deer Friend

To some of you, this is just another boring video of a deer eating corn.  Not for me.   This beauty is pure delight, like the pawing and fawning over a newborn baby brought home to meet the rest of the family.  I’m consider myself “baby mama.”  I love all babies — lacking any babies of my own, anymore.  I borrow from Mother Nature when I can.

Once in the morning, again in mid-afternoon and at dusk, a couple of white-tailed deer have been spotted in our sanctuary by the creek.  A few days ago, we started throwing corn and calf manna, remnants of last year’s stash that need to vacate garage (the smell is driving the squirrels absolutely bonkers, also entertaining).  The kids are constantly on the lookout for deer sightings. They’re just as pumped as I am.

Last year, we watched twin fawns come up on our property.  We are told that deer are hard-wired to return to the place where they were born — their “nursery” — to raise their future young.  Could this be that case?

The figs are not quite ripe yet.  When the fruit is ready, I’m bettin’ we’ll know for sure.   Last year, they loved those figs.  Welcome back, deer friend.  Shawn, Shawna, no matter, we certainly are glad to have you back.

Shawn the Fawn – A Look Back

In 2011, the fawn saga began here.  It was a wonderful adventure for our whole family, watching first two, then one lone fawn grow up on our property without his mother, during a record-breaking drought.  It was an extraordinary survival of one of the most adaptable species in our area — the White-tailed deer.

Here is the first video I shot of the twins.  It was soon after we discovered they were foraging entirely on their own, nearly a month after their mother had been killed by a neighbor’s fence, when we thought for sure they would perish without their mother’s milk. They were thriving without her!