Blasé

Lately we've seen this deer - or one just like her - in the hayfield when we start walking up the hill from our house. She is very blasé about us. If she's out in the field grazing she sometimes walks towards us. This morning she popped out of the woods on our right and then stopped just a few hundred feet away and watched us.

I'm blipping a bit early because we're surrounded by thunderstorms and it's probably only a matter of time before we have to unplug everything to keep it from getting zapped.