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.