I walked into my kitchen this morning, looked out my living room window, and saw a butt. A mule deer butt, to be specific. Its owner was standing in my garden, right next to my house. These photos were taken through the window on my front door, with my camera phone. No zoom involved.
Every summer we get several young bucks dropping by our yard. Our big shelterbelt of poplars, alders and karaganas are the only real trees for about five miles in any direction, and it's a veritable jungle in there. And right below the house is a slough where they can get water.
These were a two point and a three point, their horns still in the velvet. As summer goes on they'll rub off the soft covering and by fall the antlers will be hard. Come winter, they'll shed them and grow a new set, starting the whole process over. Each year they grow another point, so the more points the older and bigger the buck.
Yes, he was watching me watching him. I expect I'll be seeing more of these boys. They seem to prefer to make their foray into the yard early in the morning. Can't think of anyone I'd rather share my breakfast with.