Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Deer

DEER, n.  The patter of a jackass rabbit in the chaparral, as heard by a city sportsman.

2008 Update: A harbinger of future redemption in a suburban garden.

17 comments:

weirsdo said...

Road hazard.

jenn said...

I always think of the Simpsons

Home: "D'oh!"
Marge: "A deer"
Lisa: "A female deer"

I'm so easily amused.

the amoeba said...

DEER, n.

1. A miraculous creature spontaneously generated by headlights.

2. A hunting partner for Dick Cheney.

Ariel the Thief said...

With blueberry, mmm...

G said...

Do you know the Abbott and Costello routine:

Abbott: Do you hunt deer?
Costello: No I don't, sweetheart.

the amoeba said...

3. An essential tool on the punster's Swiss Army knife. Hey Abbott ... ;)

Jamie Dawn said...

Deer: Bambi.

I LOVE Bambi!!!
I also love Bambi's sidekicks, Thumper and Flower.

Courtney and I found a newborn baby deer once when we were walking in Valley Forge. It was tiny, tiny, tiny, and we did not touch it for fear that its mother would abandon it. We never saw its mother, so we alerted a park ranger just in case the baby was abandoned.
That baby deer would have made even a curmudgeon like you oooh and awwww.

TLP said...

A hunting season.

Some schools in these parts are closed on the first day of doe season and also the first day of buck season.

word verifier: easyno. I say easy yes. Too easy to even play with.

actonbell said...

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day


I only know the chorus, I'm 'fraid.

actonbell said...

...as opposed to lately, when the skies are cloudy all day.

Jim said...

Deer, oh deer. I'd like a drink, please.
..

Doug said...

Yes, Weirsdo. Before and after.

Jenn, easiness is one of your sparkling virtues.

Applause, Amoeba. Both tremendous.

Applesauce, too, Ariel. Venison is the other pork.

G, bless them.

Phillips head, Amoeba?

JD, back when I was a cowboy I one time rode up a side canyon and, reaching the top, found myself between a surprised doe and a startled fawn. The fawn acted like I had headlights and just stared until I could reach out and slap his rear-end. Then he ran off with Momma.

That's civilized, TLP. We didn't have a doe season in California when I was paying attention. We might now.

Actonbell, here are the rest with the usual caveat about stuff you find online. I remembered your part and that it's the Kansas state song. Ironic for the land of feedlots.

Jim, you can lead a deer to water...

Jamie Dawn said...

Awwwww, I love your deer story.
It's very dear.

sauerkraut said...

there's one about 5 feet outside my window as I type this.

no. sorry. wrong.

there are three. eating the spoiled apples I put out there for them to enjoy without fear of my 30 ought.

Ariel the Thief said...

I love that story, too. You were lucky.

tsduff said...

The ones for whom I lay my garden banquet.

jenn said...

Doug you say the sweetest things to me!