The damn stag is still out there. Plenty of leisure for taking
stopping every now and then to give me an challenging stare as he takes a chewing break. Maybe deer chew cud?
The other night I turned on the backyard spotlight and there this guy was in the dark -- but I was still blaming that horde of sparrows for emptying the feeder.
Of course it's always comforting to know that other people have worse problems (what's that word? schadenfreude or something? yes, I know, I could look it up.) Here, for instance, is the photo my kids Dov and Connie received last week from their housesitter back in Vancouver -- look what's been getting at their bird feeders!