"Lynn, how come ya nevfur offered me rain water afore?"
"We had such rains fur months on end that one morn I went out
on the catio, and found a flower pot drowning in water.
I stuck my tongue in it and it was cold and clean and fresh!"
"Now Lynn has to keep a clean dish of water outside so I always
think it's rain water. She doesn't want me having flower dirt.
Or worse, chipmunk and squirrel spit. Oh, yes, they git
in the catio!"
Yearling buck we call Notch. His ears were ripped by nasty
multi-flora rose thorns when he was a fawn last year.
Here is his sister. They are both in our yard a lot. Mom is
seen off and on, as she is probably with her new fawn in
the back where it is grown over. These two will be unhappy
when they find they are not going to be getting the milk
supply from now on.
















