Deer, Oh Deer . . .
Whee could tell you that this post was planned in advance and whee knew exactly what whee were doing. But that would, of course, be a lie. Truth is Mummy is showing another of her rapidly multipling failings. First she feeds our carrots to some silly hoomans and now . . . Brace yourselves . . . She hasn’t taken any pigtures of us. *insert shocked gasps here*
I know, I know. It is shocking. So whee are now having to make do with getting a post from some of Mummy’s other pigtures. As Pigmass is approaching whee think these pigtures are at least vaguely relevant, in a sleigh-pulling-sort-of-way! Mummy took them when she went off on one of her family walks a wheek or two ago. She says deer are much bigger than us.
Whee aren’t sure what sort of deer they are (any deer experts out there care to lend a paw?!) but they really are quite bootiful? (Not as bootiful as us but not bad!)
What is your local wildlife like? Do you have deer too? And what would you suggest as names for the deer Mummy photographed? (Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen and Rudolph are already taken!)
Hope you all survived Manic Monday! 🙂