Teen Deer Hang Out
Oh, deer! If the current trend continues, our neighborhood is going to get a bad reputation. Why? Because our front yard is becoming a teen deer hang out. Every day, after school is dismissed at White Tail High, the students hightail it to our lawn like teenagers bound for the mall.
Be warned, and don’t get in their way.
First, they head for the diner out front and have a bite to eat. Then they slouch on over to the big maple tree, put in their antler buds, and listen to Alvin and the Chippunks on their iPods.
They think they look so cool.
On weekends, they hang around the yard all day long. One night, their parents showed up about supper time. They kept circling the perimeter of the yard, but the street parking must have been full because they didn’t march in and drag their kids home.
What were they thinking?
You’d think they’d want their kids home and out of the cold in the middle of winter. But if Fawn and Bambi mess in their bedrooms like they do in the diner, Big Buck and Mama Doe may be relieved to have the kids raising Cain somewhere else.
So how did our yard get designated Teen Deer Hang Out?
Who knows? For now, I’m jiggy with it, but if they start listening to the sound track of West Side Story and tatooing their fur with the emblems of the Shark and Jets, I’m calling the deer patrol. The real estate market’s bad enough without rival gangs laying claim to the ‘hood and driving down home values.
What’s with fawns these days anyway?
