And then there were two.

Only this time, the young bucks weren't bounding, rather wandering across my yard and nibbling at the roses and the early autumn wildflowers.

They're looking well, and their antlers are impressive. I'm wondering where the other two have got to, though. Am determined not to think the worst. Most likely, they're taking classes and waiting tables so they can head out to L.A. next pilot season. It's as likely as anything else.