Rural living has many benefits, but also a few troubles. It is a constant battle between our house and the forest. The forest would completely envelop us if allowed. A climbing vine could strangle us in our sleep. If not for constant trimming, chopping, mowing and weed-whacking, our property would soon resemble Sleeping Beauty's house after her 100 year nap. A barrier must be kept for civilized living, keeping the neighbors happy and for fire protection.
The past few mornings we have had a crew of three trespassers on the property, clearing brush. Pretty sure two of the crew are not of legal working age.
Momma Deer was quite content to continue grazing, knowing I was on the deck above her, snapping away (with my new camera). She looked up at me occasionally between bites.
The fawns were not so carefree about my presence.
Until my next update, I remain, your dear correspondent.