Shortly before I left for dinner last night, the dogs ran out back and barked like crazy. I went to see what was stirring them up, and I found:
He was standing just over the fence looking at my silly, brave little protectors. Can't you just imagine him saying, "What? What?? Don't you know me by now?"
He actually stayed put when I opened the door, and again when I took a few steps close to him. As he was muching, he took several steps in my direction, also. Before I was finished with the photos, he was probably just 8-10 feet away! Obviously, he is used to having me around!
Then I noticed his brother was near, also. As usual! I rarely see one without the other.
After three years of hanging out together I decided I need to give them names. I thought of Bucky and .... don't even go there!!! ....Chucky!!!
Here is the one who has always been a bit larger, sprouted horns first. See the little nubbins coming up on his rack? I think he is Bucky.
And the smaller one is Chucky. He doesn't have the third bump yet. As you see, he looks a bit smaller, slighter. Isn't that face adorable? He seems to be the more trusting of the two, more often coming closer to me than Bucky. I love the fuzz on the antlers.
I hope the time never comes when both of them do not return. I've become attached to them, as much as you can to a wild creature. Sunday afternoon I heard gunshots. Over and over and over. I'm guessing someone was practicing for the upcoming hunting season. I hope Bucky and Chucky stay right here in my yard where they will be totally safe.