My neighbors

Someone asked me yesterday if I had pictures of “kronhjort” (also known as red deer, or for Americans, something similar to elk).  Of course I do!  They’re my neighbors!  (OK, I don’t photograph my human neighbors, but they don’t come by so often, and they might think it was weird.  If my four-legged neighbors are uncomfortable being photographed, they haven’t mentioned it.)

Even if you don’t see the deer themselves, there’s always plenty of evidence that they’re around.  This is a picture of deer hair caught on a barbed-wire fence.  It’s more likely to be hair from roe-deer, since they tend to go under the fences, than from red-deer who go over, but I like this picture so much that I thought I’d share it here anyhow.

Into the woods

I went for a walk in the forest a few days ago and had a the privilege of meeting  this little fellow.

 

A visit from our neighbors

One of the up sides to living in the middle of nowhere is your neighbors.  While the human variety may be few and far between, we are often visited by our wildlife neighbors.  Roe deer and red deer are common, and we see them nearly every day in the summer.

This roe doe brought her adorable, spotty fawn to practice its running and jumping in the relatively short grass of our back yard.

About a week later, this roe pair, a doe and a buck, grazed their way from the field into our yard.  While that’s pretty common, I found it unusual that they stopped every few minutes to butt heads.  I wonder why?  I imagine June is too early for courtship behavior.