This town is small enough, 70K or so that we have corn and soybean fields growing within the city limits.
I was doing some mowing of the 800 sq. ft. backyard earlier this afternoon and there were deer hoofprints four feet from the living room window. No wonder Oreo (out cat) goes batshit at night sometimes. She's 13 years old, and she still thinks she's in a past life, where she was a 120-pound killing machine in the Adirondacks, or a 500-pound killing machine on the Serengeti.
