Bad news: he was wrong, they are fine and they roused me from pre-caffeine stupor this morning, by loudly crunching hosta leaves. Mother and twin babies, another mother and one baby bambi. No dogs. Just deer.
n English gardener, who takes a lot of photos, visits many places, listens to lots of music, reads a lot of books, who has wandered the earth but is currently dug in in Sacramento, California. On this blog: gardening and wildlife. Life in Northern California, and an archive of postings from Long Island's southern shore, amid the wetlands... restoring house and garden. And the most beautiful sunrises...
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Good news and bad news
Good news: I was sad when one of my neighbours told me that "the dogs had got" the baby twin deer. As I'm never sure if he is talking about the past, present, future or some random dream sequence, I was hoping he was wrong (and which "dogs"???). The good news is that he was wrong.
Bad news: he was wrong, they are fine and they roused me from pre-caffeine stupor this morning, by loudly crunching hosta leaves. Mother and twin babies, another mother and one baby bambi. No dogs. Just deer.
Bad news: he was wrong, they are fine and they roused me from pre-caffeine stupor this morning, by loudly crunching hosta leaves. Mother and twin babies, another mother and one baby bambi. No dogs. Just deer.
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