Look who wandered across my back yard tonight. These aren't great photography; it was nearly dark, but the deer weren't intent on running away, so that made it fun.
I think this was probably Mom. She knew I was there, but wasn't too concerned.
Just tryin' to reach one more tasty weed.
The junior set was a little more wary, and a lot skinnier.
"Gotta move on out, Mom's pretty far ahead."
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