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I do NOT repeat I do NOT live on my parents lovely estate that backs up to 500 acres of national forest... I live in suburbia. The middle of a subdivision right outside of town. Please explain to me why I'm sitting at my kitchen table watching no less then 8 deer feed at the house behind me, 10 chickens at the house next to me, and a goat roam the hood. Seriously, if I wanted to live on a farm I would of married one of the dairy farmers from my youth. When these deer start eating my flowers in the spring I'm going to be so seriously pissed that I may just learn to use that little BB gun of my sons.........