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FIRE SALE
another day another no dollars
just grafting for ourselves at the woods inn the perpetual pulling of trees from the pond
me, z and Lucy were all tired by the time we arrived and we even more so by the end of the day when lewis and Rachel arrived for a tour
happy dinner at the locale pub before late home
snoop came face to face with a young deer: about 6ft between them
spent a few moments just staring at each other
the dear did't bolt: deers are stoopid: i guess the deer thought 'if I dont move, he wont see me'
called for snoop and he came straight back.
good dog
on the way home, encountered a concerned citizen who had just seen a deer hit by a car, and he'd dragged it off to the wood beside with a broken leg
what to do?
i wasn't carrying my shotgun, unfortunately for the dear