When I came downstairs this morning, The Squire informed me that we had had visitors while he was eating breakfast. He was going to come up and get me, but they said they couldn’t stay long. However, they did agree to pose for a few photos.
Mama and her daughter were walking up from the road, headed towards the woods behind us, just as nonchalant as you please.
The fawn came over to the den window to see what The Squire was doing, and apparently stayed for quite a while peering in the window.
The cat wandered up to see what this “long-legged dog” might be. The fawn stomped her foot several times, a warning for Sir Edmund to skedaddle. Apparently, Eddie hadn’t read the rule book, as he got almost close enough to sniff the fawn’s foot before the fawn went back to Mama, shaking her head in bewilderment at that dumb cat.
I cannot imagine living anyplace else on this earth.
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