Whenever I prune
trees in the 10 mile point area, they show up to eat the choice bits that lie beyond their reach. The mother eats mostly leaves. The fawn prefers blossoms. I always try to start with a little fruit tree pruning. Then I move on to the conifers.
The mother knows my truck. When I drive by slowly, she trots after it, in the hope of getting an easy meal from some new job in the area. They are not afraid of my quiet, cordless electric chainsaw and hedge cutters.