Daisy and her deer

Such an angel –not!

Here is our wee Daisy. Runt of the litter, and much smaller than her twin, Dorah. She is a trouble maker, climber of trees, chaser of deer. Both kittens will be a year old this month. We're not sure when they were born, as they are rescue kittens.

The female deer isn't sure what to make of her! She is so wee, unlike our other cats.

We only have one male, Buster left. The other 3 cats are females, less inclined to wander. We've had two male cats struck by cars in the early morning on the highway.

Daisy is sitting in the rock garden;
'Bambi' watches her carefully

There was a male cat bothering Buster in the night for a couple of weeks. It began in July, cottage season. It would come to the back door, and you could hear the territorial male cats howling at each other in the wee hours.

We began to let Buster outside in the night to fight, since he'd otherwise take it out on his siblings. This is called deferred aggression, and we had this in another male cat, Max. We realized the only thing to do is to let them fight it out. Animals usually come to an agreement, unlike humans who like to fight to the death with weapons. Animals seem to convince one another and talk their foes down, better than humans.

Anyway, the cat that had been 'visiting' Buster, hubby found dead on the highway. He moved its body into the ditch. Terribly sad way to go.
Such a busy highway it is.

Daisy and the deer from Jennifer Jilks on Vimeo.
Daisy was playing in the rock garden. Bambi came along, fascinated with her! Daisy has inner bigness. I love the bobbing head, as the deer tries to figure out if Daisy is friend or foe!

Tigger followed Oliver,
Tigger's twin was in the forest,
shadowing us all on our forest walk.

I'm not sure if my readers remember that Oliver

Tigger's first antlers,
he went back to grazing after
I moved away.

used to be followed by Tigger, a fawn we saw grow!

I loved watching Tigger. He would literally bounce about in the back yard.

We could tell him by behaviour later, as he was the only deer that would approach us without fear. Then we could tell him by his wee rack when he returned!

Oliver is gone now –smucked by a car on the highway. (Yes, granddaughter, he did NOT look both ways. Good lesson to be learned.)

Tigger, foreground, and his twin brother last winter.

Here is another deer watching Felix (Buster's late twin),
 who ignored her!
Felix was also killed on the highway.

The deer are fascinated with the cats. Oliver liked to herd them, and get them away from the bird feeder, as well as the wild turkeys. Buster does the same thing.

Tigger has grown into a nice young buck. He came back to visit in January with his brother. I spotted him with his tribe last year. He also visited with his extended family. The males do not normally hang out with the females.
They have different winter yards.