Hobo's

The deer haven't been around for about a week now. When the snow arrives, they disappear to a cedar and hemlock grove further away.  But because the snow is melting somewhat, they ventured back here to their old stomping grounds.

In many respects, the deer remind me of hobo's during the Great Depression because they wander from backdoor to backdoor looking for a handout.

In this photo, they've just spotted me and coming towards me to further investigate.

Mom doe is licking her chops, wondering what tasty morsel I might have for her.

Meanwhile, her twins keep their distance and stay on the septic bed.

Well, as good luck would have it, I happened to be making a casserole and had some ends of celery and plus a few carrots to toss outdoors.

I also found a couple of over-ripe avocados.  The twins liked that .. guacamole.

And when the scraps were gone, I watched them wander down to a neighbours backdoor looking for a handout and from what I could see, it looked like they scored there too!