I was thinking that having a blog that wouldn’t upload pictures might be, in a strange way, a good thing. That it would force me to concentrate on words rather than relying on photos to tell my story. And I even had a couple of thoughts I wanted to write about.
But another busy day at work has me whipped. So I’m falling back on the photos to tell you all about it.
It started with the usual commute into the sun. But it’s always good to have sunshine so I didn’t mind. After a crazy 9 hours I left work to find it was snowing!
What’s with that? Is this not the end of March? Didn’t that Groundhog Phil guy predict that this year we were NOT going to have 6 more weeks of winter? Wasn’t that sometime at the beginning of February? I just don’t get it.
Once home we were sitting around eating some homemade Tuscan soup when Katie alerted us to events outside.
“There are deer out in my yard Mama! Come see! Come see!”
We’ve had four or five deer hanging around for a couple of weeks. Tonight there were at least a dozen.
And most of them were eating bird seed under our bird feeder and drinking out of the birdbath.
These aren’t great photos because they’re taken from inside through the window with all sorts of reflections…but you get the idea.
It’s been an exciting evening here at the old King homestead. We’re all still on guard, no rest for the Sheltie!




March 25, 2011 at 7:43 pm
First Oreo and now you guys! This must be a big year for deer – my grandparents had lots of deer in their yard this winter and they were eating from the bird feeder and drinking from the bird bath too. Hope Katie got in lots of good barking!
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March 25, 2011 at 7:49 pm
Have no fear…Katie is now barked out. Sleeping to gain strength for the next assault!
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March 25, 2011 at 8:02 pm
LOL, the deer think the bird bath is a water bowel. To funny!
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March 26, 2011 at 4:36 am
oh my dog! How exciting Katie! I think I would have barked big time at them! My sisfur Faline be named after Bambi’s girlfriend you know. Even though I just had my first taste and think they is yummy, Mum thinks they is lovely!
Thank you for the piccures, Mum says how lucky to have them in your garden. Maybe the harsh winter has made them braver?
~lickies, Ludo
Pee ess: The lady you were thinking of is called Victoria Stillwell. I guess you don’t see her so much because she does other things too, as well as her show. Plus it’s not such dramatic tv with positive training!
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March 26, 2011 at 5:16 am
Love the deer! It’s always so exciting when they come so close.
I think they must be very, very hungry right now. Poor things.
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March 26, 2011 at 7:48 am
I go back and forth on the pictures/words thing, Dawn. Katie and Sarah and not troubled by the ambivalence you and I experience. That shot of Katie on the alert is precious!
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March 26, 2011 at 8:06 am
I love your picture story, they are great pictures and the one Katie was doing her watch out is my favourite.
It seems everyone gets some deer, so lucky!
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March 26, 2011 at 9:17 am
Oh my goodness – how lucky are you to have those beautiful deer visiting and love that photo of Katie watching them. We are sure missing you posts – work is sucky when it takes up so much time.
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March 26, 2011 at 10:44 am
I love that sometimes in our lives we get to have yards that deer want to enter, and dogs that alert us so we don’t miss seeing them. I must admit, however, that I did not love the deer that came to visit us our first summer here and ate the flowers I had just planted. Katie’s picture is, of course, beautiful. But then, how could a picture of Katie not be?
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March 27, 2011 at 5:19 pm
That is so neat to have the deer in your backyard. We don’t have that by us. I would love to be able to watch them. We had snow by us too. I was thinking the same thing about the groundhog. 🙂
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April 1, 2011 at 10:16 am
I cannot imagine how many hours you must spend combing that pretty Katie.
Miss Sadie, the tidy terrier, looks as well-groomed as the deer. The Cowboy, on the other hand . . . he could be a little bear, his curly fur full of twigs and thorns and things about which we do not wish to speculate. And that’s just this morning’s collection.
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