Halloween is over but not for the does--a buck is her nightmare. He'll chase her until she's too tired to move and then he'll mount her. She'll bear hoof marks on her sides for a month and later a swollen belly.
If the months ahead are hard and dry she'll have a single fawn. In a good one, twins. And they'll drink out of our birdbaths, poach the birdseed and munch our plants.
So I'm not too fond of that buck either.
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