Drips on Hips

This morning it was dark and misty, but I had my camera in my pocket... always the optimist.

The dog saw them first, a wonderful silhouette of antlers by the hedge. By the time I was ready to snap, they had moved across the plough, I tried, but the results were hopeless.

This afternoon, there they were again, but no photo opportunity presented... I counted 8 as they faded into the mist and had to settle for drips on hips but...




I know Santa is not far away, I?ve seen the signs in the town so maybe, just maybe, he?s resting Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen. Cupid, Comet, Donner and Blitzen nearby, before the busiest night of their year.