I guess she thought it was a DOZE meeting…
Ba dap ching!
All the girls love a brewer!
Man, that is the ultimate in being “one” with the universe: using nature’s ingredients to create tasty food/drink, communing with the plants and animals, and being ready to ride with the ground at your feet and the wind in your face. You live a charmed life.
I used to dump my grain out back in the woods in such a way so that I could see them feeding as I woke up in the morning. Pretty cool.
That’s a nice pic. I’m surprised she came up that close.
What, no mountain? 
Brew day visitors in Chicago are squirrels. And if you’re unlucky, rats.
I wish fresh venison was delivered to my home too.
I’ve had early morning visits from racoons, opossums and way too many ground squirrels (the locals call them squinnies, I call them targets) but no deer so far.
They are probably still upset that I caged in the raspberries this year.
Paul
I dump mine in a pile out in front of my house. We have an 8 point stag, 2 does and 3 fawns that wander through several times a day. They show up within 5 min. of when I dump the grain.
That sounds absolutely terrible Denny. I may never retire if that is what I have to look forward to.
Wow, within 5 minutes. That’s funny. It’s like they’re just stalking you…
Evil things. All the leaves are gone from the two hops plants in my driveway. The bines are fine, the little stems are fine… no leaves, though.
I blame deer.
I think they can smell it when I brew.
I found that when the plants are young they’ll eat the leaves, but at least with mine as they matured the deer left them alone.
My brew day visitors range from the expected 2 legged variety to ducks, canadian geese, occasionally dogs, and then the 6 and 8 legged variety.
I still do that. Just dumped 10+ lbs in the tree line and opened the curtains.
The strangest visitor i’ve had is a pheasant. We don’t have pheasant in N AL. But i’ll be damned if I didn’t have one walk by.
The other is a cat that rolled in on a brew day. He’s still hanging out. I guess he liked what what he saw/smelt/tasted.
I had a younger one walk right into the garage while brewing last year. Didn’t hear her step up - scared the hell out of me. She now has a couple of fawns. They like to browse my malt compost and sip from the little stream nearby.
…and they ate my tomato plants.
I think this one had a fawn or two hidden in the wheat. She went over to the bird seed area and picked through it till the dogs saw her. Then she roamed around till dark, probably looking for babies.
Yeah, ours always graze under the bird feeders. Cool, ain’t it?