Many of our white-tailed deer are magnificent now. Their tawny summer coats glisten with newness, their muscles ripple with potential speed, and they roam their domain with grace and majesty. They also are spirited. For example, they never walk around our double field wall if they have a chance to leap over it:
Of course, there are too many of them here – almost a horde instead of almost a herd – and they do damage farms and gardens and cause traffic accidents. However, that’s a different story that need not be addressed now. Now, I’m just thinking that our white-tails are much more pleasing to watch on a fine summer morning than locusts. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on June 11,2025.)