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Deer. And yes, more deer…

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We have a herd every night.

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And they’re always a joy to watch.

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The clunk that makes them scatter in this video was a male cardinal slamming into the glass on our kitchen porch.

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Thankfully he was just dazed and flew off shortly after.

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The harem master.

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Dusted with snow during a storm.

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Sadly the little plum tree we planted two years ago is tasty.

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And loses a lot of lower branches in the winter.

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🥴

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Cabbage knees, chicken soup and lickable elements.

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Fat shaming is wrong.

Even if it’s directed towards those of feline persuasion.

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Poor Fred.

I feel you buddy.

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Since I posted about my knee troubles two weeks ago? I’ve been inundated with ads for bamboo wraps, pain creams and Velcro braces.

But yesterday?

Things went a little south..

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For the record I won’t be wrapping myself in cabbage… no matter how blog worthy the photos might be.

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Our buck, having dinner.

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He still has his rack, which is rather odd.

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But it does make him easier to identify.

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Posted for those who have always wondered.

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After too many awful internet crock pot recipes to count, I finally found a good one. This was easy and quite tasty, though I had to leave out the red pepper flakes for my spice averse spouse. When I make it again I’m going to halve the amount of chicken, once shredded it was a little too meaty for me.

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In case you didn’t realize.

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Young bones, deer and Guy Lombardo.

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I’m officially old.

I must be, because I can’t see any other reason why my doctor would send me for a bone density scan.

At first I wasn’t going to have the test, but then I figured if my skeleton was about to crumble to dust I should probably be informed.

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I was unaware these things are scored by percentages of youth. But if I’m 114% of a young adult? That’s good enough for me.

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Yay for good bones.

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A few pictures of our resident buck.

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And a video.

Which I hope you can view…

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I had to laugh at this notice posted by a local water district.

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A sense of bureaucratic humor is a beautiful thing.

And speaking of senses of humor, it’s a good thing I have one because my husband went to the dump the other day and came home with this –

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I know, you’re jealous.

Guy Lombardo is the autograph you’ve always wanted to add to your collection… but my husband beat you to it.

Better luck next time.

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Smile, and the world smiles with you.

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Our snow melted for a while this month and it made a nice background for portraits of our resident buck.

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He’s a big fella with a nice size and shape.

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Though his rack is a little squirrelly.

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It’s hard to tell if he’s an 8 or 9 pointer as his angles are all over the place.

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But I love his little white striped feet.

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And his smile of course.

We can all use more of those these days.

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Deer me.

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We have a few nice bucks visiting this fall.

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Sometimes with a companion skunk.

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As long as stinky doesn’t get too close the buck doesn’t seem to mind.

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It’s hunting season so I’m always worried about these guys, even though our property and our neighbors is posted.

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A deer’s home range is usually one square mile and while our neighbor’s properties on both sides are 4 times bigger than ours… that still leaves us about 600 acres short of a safe from bullets zone.

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Trash pandas and friends.

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The skunks beat the fox.

Now the raccoons are beating the skunks.

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It’s first come first serve at River’s critter buffet.

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Though the deer are lucky… as no one else wants their grain.

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Three deer and three raccoons.

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All are welcome.

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But I really enjoy watching these little devils tussle and push each other out of the way for the best spots.

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❤️

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