View from the Office

A forky came trotting through the yard this afternoon. Probably getting chased off from somewhere by a big, old snorting buck. It's that time of year. 

Screened: tree, bench, forky

Instead of jumping the cattleguard, it walked up to the barbed-wire fence and hopped over to meander through the prickly pear beyond. No running start needed, amazing little thing.