Today we saw one of the female animals that resembles an equine but is actually called a deer. She came bounding out of the island of cedars in the middle of our valley, paused to examine us, and bounded off with her white tail held high. These deer creatures know us equines very well but are deathly afraid of the humans and dog.
One summer there was an infant deer who became fascinated with us. He jumped into our paddock and came quite close until his distraught mother called him back very firmly. After that they came every evening and he would jump in with us and frolic around and even pretend to eat grass next to us. Fortunately we had no TJ at the time or the mother deer would have had her worst fears realized. I have hopes that amongst this years crop there will be at least one who wants to explore the other side of the fence. Though we'll have to keep a close watch on TJ - when I told him about this he said "oh yeah, them deer things better watch it cos this is MY turf". Always the mule philanthropist.
Sadly, my good friend Granny from across the road passed away last week. I noticed on Tuesday afternoon that all the tractors went home early from the farm fields in our area and couldn't imagine why. She lived her whole life in our small town and was buried from the little old church on Alice St. I am extremely annoyed that I was told after the fact. I know she would have wanted me to be there. I'm very well-behaved and would not have snacked on any of the flower arrangements. I was so looking forward to our reunion at the "Home". I will never look at another curtain rustling without thinking of Granny.