Morning ladies...........hanging in there, but rather pissed at my Ortho right now. Have been trying to get in touch with them since last Wednesday to discuss where we're headed and what I need to do if anything and haven't heard a word from them.

Got to work on the front porch some this weekend....well Lisa did, I sat and supervised. We got the majority of the pavers down, still need to finish out the field with the cut pieces (a dozen or so). Then we can do one more coat of stain and seal them with the first coat. Once that is done we can cut and install the riser tile (travertine) and then the final sealer coat......then we can move on to the next project.

Michele, we had one of those "pets" at the old farm house we leased in MS while Lisa was in Law School. Behind the house was nothing but woods that dropped off into a deep ravine with a creek at the bottom and she and a few more lived down there. She started showing up most evenings, then the mornings and before we left she and her fawns would hang out most of the day in the yard between the house and the old barn that was a grove of English Walnut and Pecan trees. As she became more accustomed to our presence, I think she actually relished the down time from being a mama......the fawns would follow us all around the yard and into the barn with curiosity with what ever I was doing or working on.....mama just snoozed in the shade. One evening I was under my truck working on replacing the starter motor when I felt this tugging on my pants leg only to see this fawn trying to pull me out from under the truck by my pants leg. Finally, giving up, it just laid down and watched me for the next hour........when I finally crawled out from under the truck, it actually acted excited that I was okay..........

funny thing, during hunting season, we might have 4-6 does out there in the yard with their young from that season.....I can only surmise that they felt safe and protected there between the house and the barn behind the fence......the buck rarely came up and even then it was just to the edge of the woods.

It was always a peaceful experience with them hanging around.... but I drew the line when it came to my tea or my beer........one of the fawns took a liking to my beer which was fun while he was a fawn, but when he became a yearling he could get rather obnoxious about his sips. ..... I think he was on his way to a serious drinking problem.