Rosemary Introduces Herself More Properly

I am actually a very nice deer. I simply feel that being smaller than my sisters I have had to be a little pushier to get dinner, snacks, a good place to nap. They are bigger, older, and they think that means they get first pick at the feeder, at the corn, at that great clump of fresh grass under the two big trees.

Look at me. Do I look like a brat to you? No, I look like a nice, sweet deer. Although, I will tell you that there are a few here I don't care for too much. That Ginger is always acting so timid, but given the chance, whoosh, those hoooves could come flying. I've not ever actually seen her do that, but I'm just saying SHE COULD. For awhile, we had Nutmeg with us and she was such a brat. "All the humans like me," she said. She was always getting the snacks first. What a baby. Of course she got snacks first, she ran up there like she was starving. Why not wait and push your way in after all the corn has been thrown and you know where the best grouping is laying? Strategize. That is what I say.

Parsley, now that is a strange one. Always racing from here to there. Always trying to get me to chase her. "Come get me Rosemary, come get me," she always shouts as she races by. What is she thinking? It's hot. I don't want to race, but it always easier to chase her and get her to hush up than it is to try to ignore her. Sometimes I just have to swat her. She won't leave me alone.

My big sister Sage is the nicest. She keeps us all in line. She and Thyme. But, Thyme got all excited with the storm the other night and Sage just kept that sage head of hers. I hear that Sage means wise one. So, I guess she is named correctly. She is the old wise one. Ha, old Sage. I bet she'll like that term... old.

Well, I'm going to go let Sage or someone in the group groom my ears. Hey, I'm not the submissive one here! And, besides, my ears itch. Someone has to clean them.

Hey SAGE!