Over the past month or so, in the midst of suburbia, mind you, I have had stags come to feast at the bird feeder. Two of them in broad daylight. A four-pointer and an eight-pointer came during the afternoon. The next-door neighbors sent a photo they took shortly after 7:00 p.m. of a 14-pointer lying on our front lawn next to a young maple tree (on which I had previously noted had scrape marks to the bark). Mrs. Tango got photos of the other two. With the eight-pointer she took a few shots through the window and then opened the front door to get a few more, at which point the thing turned its head to look at her. She asked it, "Well, are you just going to stand there, or should you be running away?" It turned unconcernedly and walked off between the houses. All three deer look well-nourished and healthy, but I think I'm going to have to take in the feeders for a couple of weeks, unfortunately, because they and the ones I don't see are cleaning them out at night.