So I turn around to look out through the glass doors... and there's a deer. Standing right there, its nose practically touching the glass, looking straight at me. A companion is waiting a couple of feet away, also looking expectant.
The creature all but spoke.
"Ma'am? If I may - if you're able - if there's any available - may we please have our apples now...?"
I went upstairs and cut up two apples for them; by the time I came out on the deck there were three of them down there, waiting. I tossed down the quartered apples and they nosed around until they found them, and stood there munching.
One of the trio, its mouth full of apple and its jaws still masticating slowly, looked up and gave me a slow gracious nod.
"You're welcome," I said.
I love living here.