one would think a barking dog would be enough . . .
the deer stood there, made several turns while selecting which yummy greenery tasted best . . . looks like a youngster. I walked out into the yard to take that pix (got several from further away...) and the deer did me a pose. I left - that side of the fence is theirs, the deer stayed for desert. the bushes just atop the fence pickets on the left are wild blackberries - that always draws them in but they have not yet flowered.