That’s a deer, granddaughter dear.
I was reading to my two-year-old granddaughter yesterday afternoon when the motion detector alarm by the front porch entry beeped. From our reading chair we looked out to find a four-hooved, instead of a two-legged, visitor. After allowing my granddaughter her first through-the-window close-up look at a white-tailed deer, we ventured to the glass storm door leading to the front porch. There my budding gardening companion had her first experience chasing deer away. A few loud knocks on the glass sent the deer scurrying off towards the woods. My granddaughter was taken aback by the deer's sudden movement, but praise that she had done a good job helping grandma chase the deer away soon changed her tone. She proudly informed grandpa she had chased the deer into the woods. That's my girl!


