Well the blog looks better, but I'm still not happy. Does anyone out there know how to get rid of the cutest blog on the block. It's glued in there and I can't delete it.
Oh well, I was sitting up in my office this morning watching the yearling fawn, I used to call Pixie. I say used to because Miss Pixie is developing horns. I just can't seem to get this right. He's been a stressed out wreck, because his mother has driven him away. I guess there will be a new fawn/fawns soon. So he's been coming up to eat by himself. Now Mr. Pixie or whatever, knows where I store the food. It was a riot. He'd take two steps up into the yard and then he'd stop and look around. Then he'd take another two steps and stop and look around. And when I say steps. If he was a cartoon character, he'd be on tippy toes. When he wasn't looking around his eyes were zeroed in on the food bin. He continued on this way until he was half way into the yard, then he looked up and saw me watching him. You could almost hear him say "oh crap" as he turned around and walked back into the woods.
Oh yes, here's a recent picture I took and have been noodling around with, I call it "Fun," because it's been fun to work on,