You can tell when hunting season is over

Middle of the day, New Years Eve day, the dog and the boy both go on point out the sliding back door. "Mom, c'mere" is all I hear. I looked - whaddya know. We've had a doe and two fawns hanging out regular since the end of last summer, looks like they are still very unafraid of my very noisy house. ♥

She doesn't care about us - more nervous of my crazies next door

Munch, crunch, chew, gnaw - eating branches and shoots dug up from the under the snow

Dig, dig, dig

And... busted. :)