This morning these two young bucks hung out in the edge of the short grass. When Jon left for a meeting the noise startled them deeper into the brush. I saw Big Mason’s rack move off with them.
They all rested in the golden rod for the afternoon. When the washing machine started a loud cycle I could see Big Mason perk up, irritated by the noise. Of course I shut off the washing machine. The dust and laundry are piling up.