Hooved rats are those lovely little does and bucks that browse the gardens, clear small buidings with a single bound, make a whole apple, peach, or plum harvest disappear in one night, and make every arborvitae on the island look like Barbie. White tailed, here. I have three regulars here. I call them Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner, but they just stare at me and don't answer. Not afraid to come up to the porch, either. Plants on the steps are fair game, too. If only they were.
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