They come close to the deck. I'm fortunate they haven't availed themselves of my in-a-pot garden. Not too much:
A few does decimating a bush:
Here they are leaving; the matriarch giving me a dirty look. This herd was 8-deer strong. They pass several times a day.
This is why I can't have a garden. The only thing they won't eat is a ground cover called pachysandra. Everything else is on the plate. Trees, bushes, even chicks as I now know. They have an affinity for poison ivy. I watch them pick it out between the lillies. Then they eat the lillies.
We don't live in the woods. The neighbor's house is 30 feet away. But we live on a clearing for a gas pipeline and the deer use it as a trail. I once counted 17 deer in the side yard. You couldn't see the grass for all the brown fur. Mowing is an exercise in aerosolizing deer poop.
The deer around here aren't cute, they're scary. This video is a good example of what happens if you get too close, which I did a few times:
Beware The Rut
A couple days ago, before the sun came up, I heard weird gruffy-howls outside the bedroom window. Our motion-detector lights flicked on and I saw 5 large horned males stalking each other, charging each other, wailing, snorting, steaming. One buck's rack was so heavy I didn't know how he held it up. He stood in the center, slowly swinging his horny head from side to side. No way was I going to take the trash out that day!