Cheep Thrills

Remember the four little eggs we had? We now have three baby birds. Ms. Nuthatch is good to them but one didn't work out. Terribly tiny and weak from the get-go. But three out of four is good, considering that clutch she had. (We like to say the ones that don't make it are sent back to the Institute of Natural Selection for a tune up.)

Hello everyone!

You may also remember the photo of our red doe, a few posts ago. I told you about Buck and Sal, and how they were a young pair of animals, settling down now and then off my driveway to take their afternoon nap together in the blackberry bushes.

Well, here he is. The boon of her existence --

and the bane of my tomato plants. Check out the now nonexistent tops... what the??? The plants are now surrounded by metal guards -- which reminds me of closing the barn door after the horses have run out.

Buck has two other does in his harem and there is a splendid little fawn, still on Sal's udders. They all made a lovely picture early Sunday morning -- a picture I unfortunately did not get as Molly and Bess raced out the back, barking to beat the proverbial band and scattering the herd.

That's what dogs do, they ruin your shots and break your heart every time you think you have a sure thing.

Speaking of sure things,

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Candace