I understand you humans like to show off your vacation photos. I won’t get into the details of how we pulled this off, but apparently we’re very charming and photogenic. It seems that humans can’t get enough of pointing those black boxes at us and capturing us at play. I heard that some guy named Worhol said that everybody will get their fifteen minutes of fame and I guess this would be ours. I’m not even sure what a minute is, but you humans sure seem to count a lot of them.
Spring seems to be on its way. The youngsters are feisty and the females are too. I keep eyeing a couple of the younger full-racks. They’ll be after me for sure this year. Let ‘em come. I’m not done yet and they need to learn.
Your house seems closer, somehow. I’m not sure why. It was good seeing you out and about yesterday. One of these days, you ought to come across that fence line and say hello from my side of the meadow. Who knows? Maybe you’ll learn to talk.
(Unless you live on the Oregon Coast, you won’t see this kind of thing very often. Thanks to Jim Furnish for putting this up first.)