We seldom see any of the whitetail deer that live here. When we do, it’s usually at a distance. With three dogs at my heels, it’s unlikely I’ll be able to slip up close enough for a stunning photo. What I usually see is the white flag of their tails as they leap into the safety of heavy underbrush, followed by the sound of them crashing through said underbrush. A few days ago, I was lucky enough to be downwind and standing behind a tree when I noticed this doe approaching the fence. But alas, she spotted me. She paused only a moment, sniffing the wind, then gave me a glimpse of that familiar white flag as she ran away.
Our deer experiences are much like yours — a glimpse of a white tail. However, they do show an interest in the trees I have planted — by eating them.