There are handfuls of good things to choose from today, but this is the winner: five deer frisking--yes, actually frisking--in the front yard near sunset. I think they had come to eat the ripe persimmons which had fallen to the ground from a tree at the northeast corner of our house. We're not good at knowing when the persimmons are ripe enough to eat, but the deer seem to have no trouble figuring that out for themselves.
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