Oh deer...

A few mornings ago, Tyler woke me out of a deep slumber and pulled me to the window. I grabbed my glasses and this is what I saw:

A deer! 4 in fact...or was it 3? It's hard to remember when it's 6am and you've just woken up. They were just grazing in our backyard. They probably felt nice and safe with all the lovely protective bushes that surround it. Really, it's rather like that bushy place that Bambi and his mother lived. Heaven for deer. (Does anyone besides me get confused about the plural and singular forms for deer? Deer, deer. It just feels wrong. Such words are confusing.)

Here's another picture, but it's blurred. I think it is because my eyes were still a bit blurry. Or that I was partially asleep.

The shutter noise from my camera scared them and off they ran, around the house and across the front yard, back to where they came from.

And I went back to sleep.