In late October, I woke to a landscape glittering and bright in the golden sun of daybreak. It was the first snow of the season, and this particular day was my birthday. Through the window, from the warmth of my bed, I watched a rabbit making tracks as our Newf, Shamus, ate frosted crabapples straight from the tree. The view made me cheerful for the first time in a long while.
Here a Deer.
There a Deer.
… and a John Deer?
This herd is pretty giddy about a tree full of ripening apples.
The little fawn does a jig clear across the lawn and the rest refuse to be disuaded by that odd looking deer, the mower (at least for the most part).