Paul went out with a bucket of corn for the chickens this afternoon, and the deer came running toward him over the hilltop. We were all rather surprised. They do love corn, although it's not particularly good for them.
I'm of the opinion that now they are pets and cannot be hunted.
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Good luck convincing Paul of that. :)
Yeah, O and I give the ones we recognize names like "Gimpy" and "Cinnamon," whereas Paul tends toward names like "Ragout" and "Jerky."
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