It feels as though it’s been raining for all of June.
The stream behind our condo is doing it’s best to keep up with the downpour, but it’s struggling.
So you can imagine my surprise when I opened the vertical blinds in our guest bedroom this morning to find that our little visitor was back in the exact same spot he was before.
He wasn’t stuck, didn’t seem injured, but he didn’t look happy either. Most of the time he gazed into the trees, hopeful, waiting I assume for his mother to come collect him.
And apparently she did, because there is no sign of him.
I’m flattered Mamma Deer seems to think we are suitable baby sitters for her little one, but on days like this I wish she would find someone with a slightly less…. soggy backyard.