For the hunter in you named Nick

The day after Thanksgiving we were putzing around the house, and then Curtis noticed this guy in our backyard:

And then he walked up to the fence and STEPPED over it. No effort. There was a little doe on the other side of the fence that he was scoping out, he came back and stayed all afternoon. So Nick if you want to come and kill Bambi in our backyard, just keep in mind that you will have our Home Owners Association in an uproar. Not to mention Stacey Charlesworth:)