In another corner of Middlewood, we've had hungry visitors return to my flower garden after a 20 year absence. When we first moved out here we lost some day lilies for two summers, then it stopped. Perhaps our other dogs did a better job of keeping wildlife away than our present combination of Daisy and Duke. From the look of my garden, I'd say it's a whole family of white-tailed deer nibbling in the night.
The only deer I've seen in person, during the day, is tiny and delicate. I call her Bambi, and I no longer care about the flowers. There are enough blooms left for us to enjoy, and the tiny fawn can have her greens. I hope to get a photo of her soon. Stay tuned...
The phlox Bambi forgot to eat.
The hydrangea Bambi couldn't reach.