She has gotten in trouble on a couple of these treks across the mountain, most notably the time she got up close and personal with a skunk. Her eyes turned blood red and she couldn't walk straight. No, tomato juice does not take out the smell, nor does bathing her in a mountain stream with peach-scented shampoo or bathing her at home with $12.00 bottle of Skunk-Away.
We saw a little spotted fawn in the partially fenced yard of our late mountain neighbor, Grizzly Glenn. It kept running along the perimeter of the fence looking for the way out, no Mama in sight. Maggy decided to investigate, and when she got close, the baby deer took off and ran right across Glenn's front porch and out of sight.
I am not much of a canner, but I hope we get invited for dinner to enjoy some of this beautiful bounty. Mary made a beautiful breakfast for us Sunday morning, with maple-flavored bacon, sausage patties, eggs over easy, and strawberry pancakes. Good neighbors!