Deer...

This morning when B and I were getting ready to leave, we had visitors in the yard. Two stags, with velvet still clinging to their antlers, were busy chewing leaves off the branches Dad had just pruned. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw them - after moving to London I haven't been used to seeing deer in the suburbs.


Not sure if Elijah even noticed them, but he's been having fun and enjoying the weather and extra attention. He's cutting a new tooth, though, so he's a tad sensitive, poor chap.