All Things Human

I was a little late feeding the deer this evening. I always feed at 5 p.m. and usually before I walk back to the gate, there are stealthy deer inching toward the corn under the apple tree like a desert mirage. 
Today I had to run by the co-op to pick up feed, so this evening I was late. There were twin bucks standing under the tree looking impatiently toward the house. I think they are about a year old, but both look like they have six points on their antlers.
I hustled down to the shed and got a large scoop of corn and walked to the gate. I had my hat on and I looked down as I walked.
I got within 30 feet of them before they gave me a warning snort and dashed a short distance to the edge of the field.
I dumped most of the corn out of the plastic container. I always keep about a cupful in the bottom of the container and then rattle it loudly before pouring it on the ground. It serves as a dinner bell. 
I stood and looked at the young bucks for a long while before turning to head back to the house. 
I looked back over my shoulder and both were trotting towards the food before I reached the gate.
I stopped and raised my camera to get a photo, but they both stopped instantly and scurried to the safety of the woods. 
Once I went into the house and looked out the kitchen window, they came out of hiding and tentatively walked toward supper.
I'm glad they are mindful of me because in a few months it will be deer season and their lives depend upon them being skittish of all things human.