So we love deer around here. Yes, Hubby is a hunter, and we eat the meat, blah blah blah. But we still love them, and love when they come around the house, and love watching them. (It's not that weird - think eating eggs, but still loving petting little chicks. See? I'm right. ;) ) I'm pretty sure the love comes from the fact that I didn't grow up surrounded by them, and there is still a magic associated with them for me. A magic that of course, intensified with the little chickies and how fascinated they are.
Now, we moved from the middle of the woods to slightly-less-in-the-woods. Still very rural, but now we can see other houses. And there are many more deer! The deer love our house. They come so close, and Reilly loves watching them. This little fella does this all the time - just stands on our front lawn and watches use through the front door. It's like he is as interested in us as we are in him!