In mud, snow, and sand, the deer prints were everywhere on Nantucket. It’s hunting season, and I swear they mass into town to escape the killers. I noticed that in the snow they often drag their feet across the deeper drifts, making for quite distinct, and messy paths. Picture above from the north shore, near Steps Beach.
Here’s one scarfing up the bird seed and then going around the house. Note those white boots. Very Sixties wouldn’t you say? That’s how I could distinguish this one from the next one, who came to the feeder a little later:
And for kicks, some llamas; somebody has a big spread about a half mile away, with several horses and a duo of these exotics. I suppose the ticks like them as well.
In mud, snow, and sand, the deer prints were everywhere on Nantucket. It’s hunting season, and I swear they mass into town to escape the killers. I noticed that in the snow they often drag their feet across the deeper drifts, making for quite distinct, and messy paths. Picture above from the north shore, near Steps Beach. 
Here’s one scarfing up the bird seed and then going around the house. Note those white boots. Very Sixties wouldn’t you say? That’s how I could distinguish this one from the next one, who came to the feeder a little later:
And for kicks, some llamas; somebody has a big spread about a half mile away, with several horses and a duo of these exotics. I suppose the ticks like them as well.
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