Monday January 21st 2013
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.