White-tailed doe at Mame's

It rained for much of the day, nothing dramatic, just off- and on-again showers. By late afternoon, however, the weather started to clear, and after being cooped up for too long, I opted for a nearly-twilight walk. Someone else had the same idea. No sooner had I turned right at the end of our driveway than I noticed that I was being watched. We're blessed—or cursed, depending on how much they frequent the landscape—with lots of White-tailed Deer, and this doe was close enough to make me wonder if she had designs on our Hostas, Azaleas, vegetable plants, and anything else these hoofed Hoovers find delectable. I didn't want to let her think she might be welcome to our salad bar, so I quietly inched closer and closer to try to capture a portrait. This was close enough, she told me with a snort and a white-tailed leap in the opposite direction. Perhaps she got the message and will feed elsewhere.