From the amber coast to the amber waves of grain.
At least once a night, the Yorks want to run outside to say, "Hello, deer".And we have almost as many as you.
That's pretty funny. We need only say, "Bambi," and all three bolt to the window sills.Rex has gotten so used to me photographing the deer that now, when he hears me turn the camera on, he runs to a window and cries.
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