My house is being over-run by deers. And yes, I know deer is the plural, but I like calling them deers. More fun.
Pretty pillow.
On my
Deer Quilt I used multiple strips of fabric for the deer head. I love the look.
But, sometimes simple is preferred. I can get this pillow sewn up in an hour, lickity split, using just one fabric for the deer. Perfect to give as a gift.
I love deer for two reasons...at least. I am sure I love them for more, but here's two reasons why I love them.
1. My sister and I have a game called the
Dead Deer Game...Don't judge. I am from the foothills in deer country and if you don't hit a deer in the twilight, sometime in your life, you can't call yourself a Utahn. So the game is this: You watch for any sign of a dead deer on the side of the road or in the brush. You call it by hollering: "Dead Deer!!!" And you keep track of how many dead deer you see in a season. Dead deer season goes from about November to March.
The kicker is, if you call, oh, let's say a piece of carpet, then you have to deduct two dead deer points from your tally. You've got to keep an eagle eye. It's tricky because you'd be surprised how many bushes look like dead deer. How many discarded chairs look like dead deer. How many mounds of just dirt look like dead deer. And if, say, you accidentally call a dead coyote thinking it's a dead deer....minus two points. And, you can only call a deer once. So, you have to keep careful track of which dead deer you have called and make sure to inform your sister that she CANNOT call the dead deer on the off ramp to Mom's house because, well, you already did.
Oh yes, one more thing....stray dogs count as a dead deer. But it has to be an actual stray dog and not a dog simply walking a few steps in front of its owner. Again, if you call a stray dog and isn't a stray....minus two...well I think you get the idea.
2. I grew up in deer country. It is not unusual for a gazillion deer to be where you are. I can remember one frosty, moon-lit night I was driving home at an unmentionably late hour and there was a herd of at least a couple hundred deer on the road and in the fields I was driving through. It was so magical, I stopped and simply enjoyed the beauty of nature...until some jack-A honked at me to move.
My children will have memories of being at Grandma's house, somebody shouting
DEER, running to the windows and watching several deer, including fawns, wander through the yard on their way to greener pastures. Oh and of having to watch where you step because of the pellets they leave behind. Thanks, deer.
3. I figured out a third reason why I like deer...sort of. In the town I grew up in, they actually made it legal to hunt deer inside the city limits with bow and arrow. Oh yeah!! I can just envision the hunters now, tracking bucks between the picket fences and swing sets all decked out in their camo. Good times.
Thanks for reading!
Heather