A vixen screams.
The offcumden squirrels have been making nuisances of themselves again.
Spectacular winter light, and a brace of deer.
Under self-imposed semi-house-arrest. Phase two of the Squirrel Wars. Binge reading. A brace of anniversaries.
My first mole.
Spooked some roe deer.
The last day of summer. An opening salvo against the squirrels.
Buzzards, wasps, a kestrel, and a bunny.
The buck stops here—but not for long.
A friend’s dogs are frightened by an unexpected guest. Another dog remains as reluctant as ever.