Pretty Boy

I call this little buck "pretty boy" and talk to him frequently. He raises his ears, snorts at me, tosses his lovely head, and then continues to graze on the acorns beneath the oak tree.

In this photo, he's not far from the house; he's standing in the gravel in my driveway.

One of the great things about living in the country. Well, the country-suburbs. Soon to be the city...