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Monday January 21st 2013    Tim Candler

    With The Artist not here to cast a more knowledgeable eye upon them, I'll call the sighting  "three Deer With Horns and one Deer Without Horns."  They all seemed quite unmoved when this morning I greeted them with war cries and waving of arms and rattling of Long Neck Gourds. 

   I was on the porch that does not keep shoes dry, so you'll never find a pair out there, and in the excitement I damaged a little toe, spilled hot coffee which boiled my leg and I had to retreat limping. An extraordinarily uncoordinated tantrum on my part, and it's no wonder the Azalea have been nibbled, and the newish Cherry badly  scuffed. 

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