I have finally worked it out. The Deer that frequent our field think they are dogs.
Take this one that is so audacious it plants itself right slap bang in the middle of the grass outside the kitchen window.
It then proceeds to sit chewing the cud if that’s what deer do until Ma takes it photo.
Quite honestly I don’t mind them visiting provided the beast doesn’t treat their turds like chocolate cover toffees because that causes all kinds of misfortune.
They really must have smelt the roses except we don’t have any so it must be the light hint of mint in the air. Goes well with lamb so why not be bad with venison either!!!!
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