We were sitting in my fathers front yard. There were six of us in chairs on the stone patio under the shade of huge towering Maple trees. This deer moved out from the edge of the wooded area on the west side of my fathers property and stood not more than 25 yards away from us. She stood right under a relatively tall apple tree and helped herself to apples off the ground. She stood there until Andre, Dad and Chris's Standard French Poodle, left his place next to my father and chased the intruding deer as far as his respect for the invisible fence around the yard would allow. The doe liked those apples so much that in the short time we sat there she returned four times; all to end in the same style chase.