Don’t call the city

Don’t call the city

Tim Belford Doris died in our back yard last week. No, she wasn’t a sister, aunt or cousin. She was our more-or-less resident deer who moved in last winter and stayed around until early summer. The problem came to light early one morning when my bride noticed that something had trashed our vegetable/flower garden. The metal poles that hold the plastic mesh fencing around the garden were all bent in different directions. The mesh itself was in co…