Deer. Photo by Katelyn Avery.

It’s an unspoken rule in my family that when one of us sees deer were supposed to tell everyone else. You holler out “Deer, Deer. Deer in the back yard!”, and everyone whose home runs to the nearest window. It’s an odd tradition of ours, because we act like seeing deer is a once in a lifetime opportunity. One could call us grateful. We have never forgotten how beautiful deer are.

A view from the street shows a typical suburban layout. The trees appear to be mostly removed, and plenty of neighbors are in sight. Only the home owners themselves know of the natural artwork they get to view every day.

My Grandparents first bought this home in the 1960’s, probably unaware of the treats it would provide us with. 21 years now rest under my belt, but I revert to a 5 year old whenever I see deer. Excitement hits me, and I’m in awe of the magnificent animal before me.

The woods are also home to a pond, directly behind where my family and I live. Because of this we sometimes see deer in our front yard as well.

Sometimes someone in the house sees a family of deer crossing the street into our front yard. We all gather around the kitchen and living room windows and hope to God that the drivers don’t go too fast. We’ve never seen a deer get hit yet, so I’m well aware that others share my love for deer.

– Katelyn Avery

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