On the way home I stopped at the Waskahegan Staging area to see what the ski trails were like after the Birkebeiner was held there last weekend. The groomer has done a good job. It looked like skiing should be good. I can't wait until I am totally over this bout of laryngitis; doing anything strenuous in the cold air does not bode well with my throat.
As I pulled into my driveway, seven deer heads popped up simultaneously behind a snowbank. It took me by surprise and was pretty funny to see. They didn't stick around. I got out of the truck to open the garage door and they bolted into the forest.
There is one that dominates the three. He is always the first to eat at the grain dish. When the others come close, he puts his ears and his head down. If that does not stop the other from approaching, he veers up on this hind legs and stomps his front legs on the other. This happened twice during the time I was watching.

I love watching the deer in the yard. I learn something new about them each time they come to visit.
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