If you drive by my house, there’s an old Appaloosa horse that stands up on the hill overlooking his domain.
Sure he has a place to get in out of the weather, but unless the bugs are bad in the heat of the summer, he prefers to stand up there and protect his kingdom no matter how bad the weather. Yes, you read it right — protect!
When it was legal to feed deer, I’d put a half pail of crimped corn out each evening for seven or eight regular visitors when I fed the horse. As soon as the Oso finished his grain, he’d stand at the corner of the fence and wait for the deer to come down over the hill. When they approached, he’d run and chase them, continuing the game.
The deer didn’t seem to mind. They’d split up, some running to the left while others ran to the right. After a while, all of the deer made it to the piles of corn and everyone was happy.
I found it rather odd that the deer never tolerated me. If I even went out on the deck while they were feeding, they’d run off and hide. Many people used to have deer come right up to them and eat out of their pail.
I had an old friend in the Adirondacks who used to feed deer at his camp right after hunting season was over. He’d go out on his porch and ring a bell, calling the deer out of the brush. Large-antlered bucks that had been hunted all season would come in and eat apples right from his hand. He even had a big doe that would come up on the porch and stick its head in the front door.