My uncle had a farm in upstate New York; right at the edge of the Catskills in Albany county. One year he decided that he would plant a garden in the back of the house. Having spent may years living on the farm, he was familiar with the wildlife in the area and their preferences for farm fresh produce. The local deer loved the wild apples in the old orchard on the back forty and the crows and woodchucks had plenty to feast on with the feed corn for the dairy farm down the way.
Deciding that the only way to protect his garden from the local fauna, he erected an eight foot high wire fence around the garden plot. Early one summer morning while I was getting ready to head out to decimate the local varmint population, I watched out the back window of the kitchen as a doe cautiously approached the garden fence, stopping, looking, and listening for any threat that might have been lingering nearby in the early morning light.
She stopped about six feet from the fence and sniffed around and looked at the tasty bounty on the other side. When she decided that it was safe to do so, in one bound, from a standstill, she leapt over the fence and into the garden. Just as she was going to town on the sweet corn planted there, I tapped on the window. She turned and without a single step, leapt over the fence and took off.
That was the last year uncle had a garden at the farm.