When baby deer mosey though the backyard, it must be spring, even though it’s almost mid-July. That’s the joke around here- spring is a week in July and summer is two weeks in August.

This morning I watched one rascal lean on the stake and chicken-wire to nibble on a young Aspen tree. Aha- the mystery of the pushed-in chicken wire is solved. So cute- but not too cute. I  knocked on the window to make the little guy move on. This fast growing baby deer monster did move on- to the wildflowers!