The deer in my orchard

A parable for managing challenging volunteers.

Now that the clocks have “sprung” forward, each morning the dog wakes up at an ungodly hour. And even though we live in Maine, the easternmost state in the Union, it’s still pitch dark when we go outside to start her day.

The other morning I made out a trio of deer munching away at my apple trees, semi-cloaked in the predawn darkness. But my miniatur…