they come at night

The snow from the bird feeders right up the the back steps was trampled by lots of hoofs when I looked out the window this morning. I’ll bet the whole herd descended on the patch of yard where I throw out the bird food every morning. It’s sheltered on three sides. I wonder if they spent the night here. Oh how I wish I could have seen that.
Later:
It’s late at night. I hear a noise outside. I tip-toe to the kitchen window next to the switch for the outside floodlight. I pull up the blinds at the same time that I flip the switch.
Her face is right there in the window, looking right at me, blinded by the light, startled by my sudden appearance. She prances in place, not sure what to do.
I close the blinds and turn out the light.
Now I know.