273 views: March 6, 2012
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They just can’t pass each other without a little jab. We live in the Bridger Mountain foothills and there is a herd of mule deer that travels the area in the winter. In the summer, they go up higher in the mountains, but in the snow, they are eating lawns, trees and shrubs. Some people call them the Huns, the Terrorists, the Hooligans. I call them the Bambis. They are just off my deck in the backyard. If I step ouside, they walk away. I can jump, clap and yell and have the dog bark inside and they ignore me.
Mule Deer, Bozeman, Montana, USA
Cannon Rebel / 75 – 300 zoom lens
Taken through a window into my yard
Layered with white parchment and sky textures.