Oh, deer...

It seems we humans are not the only ones getting anxious 

for spring and summer to arrive...

the deer are getting ever bolder and wandering very close to our house, likely in anticipation of the vegetable garden they feel certain will be planted for them before too long.  Meanwhile they seem pretty happy to be munching on grass.

They're not the most co-operative models, but I managed to get a few pictures of them through our sitting room window, providing me with some fodder for Photoshop fun.

It's illegal to shoot the deer within the village limits and the herds seem to be getting bigger every year.  Until a few years ago, we never saw any deer at all in the village but now they've become a common sight.

Common or not, we still get excited when we spot some of the critters grazing or wandering through our yard, and we rush to the windows to watch them.  Sometimes I even have enough time to grab my camera before they've mosied on across the street.  And they are not ones to look both ways before crossing!

I'm going to add this picture to Bonnie's Pixel Dust Photo Art virtual gallery this weekend where the theme this time is "shadow and light."  I feel I've reduced this little creature to a mere shadow of her former self and have flooded the background with light.

Here's the original 

Meanwhile, snow is in the forecast for tonight and tomorrow, so I guess the deer will go back to nibbling branches.  Personally, I may gnaw off my arm in frustration over this neverending winter!

Have You Herd?

We have herd.

Latest trend in lawn ornaments.

Why did the deer cross the road?

Why, to get to my other blog, of course!

It's Sunday, so don't forget to LEAP on over to Ragzedge for your Maxim of the Week.

That's it for today, my deers. 

Must go pack now as am heading west to Vancouver. Leaving on a jet plane tomorrow noon; back in 4 weeks' time.  Will probably have something to blog about whilst west.

Back Door Flora, Fauna, & Misadventures

Some back door sights from the past week or so, though the sunshine is presently missing in action.

Swing time

June Doe

Back Door Caller

The moth was clinging to the back door screen last night just before I left for the airport at midnight to fetch Pierre. I don't know the symbolism of moths...are they harbingers of being drawn to one's unfortunate fate? On my Nervous Nellie style drive to the airport, I was temporarily dazzled by the bright lights of a car dealership and got confused about the freeway exit...was it leading to the dealership or the airport??? As I sailed right past it, I realized it led to both; I'd missed it and was now speeding along to Nova Scotia--another province altogether! Thanks to a previous lost experience I once shared with Kibby (en route to our Hookers Anonymous meeting, but that's another story) I had learned to quell my panic, practice the Art of Acceptance, and trust that I would somehow, sometime, hopefully before running out of gas, be able to find another exit that would head back in the right direction. After creeping along in the pitch black while cars and trucks whizzed by me, my heart thumping louder than a boombox bass, I eventually found my way onto a narrow, winding country road that held out the promise of wending its way towards the vicinity of the airport. Gradually, I began to recognize some landmarks and found the former entrance of the old airport--only to discover that it had no access whatsoever to the new terminal. So near and yet so far! I was tempted to climb the fence and run across the fields and tarmac but was hindered by my sprained ankle. Instead, I kept stalwartly driving on, without too badly hyperventilating, and discovered a sideroad that took me directly to the new airport's parking lot. I pulled in with a good 5 minutes to gather myself together before Pierre came strolling out of the arrivals area.

"Any trouble getting here?"