Ice, cold, lots of snorting deer!

It's been a might chilly in these here parts.

After a long afternoon with hospice clients, we went off to the pub for grub!

Once home, more chores!

The deer stamp and snort in my video. They are quite territorial, and most of the momma's keep even their own yearlings away from their little pile of food.

Another shed visitor!

They walk like saddened ghosts in the forest. I feel like a ghost whisperer. Outdoors, opening the shed door, putting that lovely pile of food in the trough.

Moments later, they silently leap out of the forest like Kramer entering the apartment. The others follow the leader, and soon all arrive hoping for a wee bit 'o grub.

Joe amble down to the backyard to put out some chow. Their breath, as they snort at him, is a hoot!

Sitting, waiting patiently: Doh, Ray, Me!

Can you smell it? Rich, nourishing...