Yesterday when Joan and I were walking around the pond, I noticed when we crossed the plank bridge that something had eaten the leaves off of the bog arum that were adjacent the bridge, growing in the water. When we climbed up to the dam, there the culprits stood, wondering what to do. They were young deer, still sporting the spots from their fawnhood.
We continued our walk toward them, and finally they decided they should get out of there, and they bounced on down the slope and into the woods.
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