Deer hunting

(1987 early December)

Sue who comes to help me Saturday came at 3 today for an hour, looking more tired than I have ever seen her. She had to be at Hardee's at 2:30 as the Deer Hunters started coming in at 3. Richard, who permanently waved my hair Friday, said he was going to kill one on his property, then give the whole thing away to a poor man. These deer, though so darling, eat farmers' crops and anything else they can get their teeth on as spring comes along. At Madison in the Arboretum they are going to be shot this fall, much to the annoyance of some deer lovers, who want them captured and transported. But they are not listened to this year.