Wild

Hang on to your hats boys and girls.  

Lottie and I steered clear of those horizontal trees earlier.

I am off tomorrow and I think I may have to camp out in the garden in my camouflage gear as Pete has been texting me  this afternoon to let me know that there are two baby deer in the garden.   Yesterday he saw Mummy deer licking the birth goo off a spindly, wobbly baby.      It seems the local deer population use our garden as their maternity wing.   This time last year we were privileged to see a mummy and baby in the garden several days in a row.   Watch this space...