Stop eating my herbs!

There are two young female deer that live in the woods that my house is in the middle of. I don't call them "my woods" because I figure that the deer and the squirrels owned it before I did. They go by my front door every afternoon, then walk down my driveway.

This particular deer seems to have a fondness for my parsley and my sage. Notice how they are *MY* herbs. Luckily I grew enough to share.