Twelve Golen Eyes!
Interestingly, the second general caution has proven warranted. Again, it’s only been a month and the bipedal malcontents are already mongering gossip. I forget how vicious bored tongues can be and even though it is a small firm, the bi-mals are out in force. I personally feel like they need something to do … like a project on Mars! Malevolent eyes and wicked tongues are forever watching, wagging, wreaking, wrecking …… though ……… not ruining my day … for too long!

color from the porch
... and then there are other eyes …
I had finished my initial wave of gathering “stuff” to take and decided to finally pop the cork on the Macallan that has been aging in the cabinet. Taking my little glass of liquid gold to the back porch I embarked on a different gathering – wool gathering. I had turned on the light on the porch and Buckwheat (the yearling buck) was eating the day’s leavings from beneath the bird feeder. The feeder is only 15 feet from the porch and he was completely unconcerned that I was joining him in a nocturnal scavenge – he for food and me for thoughts. Buckwheat finished his seed and with a small flick of the tail he turned to the feed and mineral block and nibbled there for a few minutes before drinking and wandering off to forage elsewhere.

More Rowdy!
I heard a small rustle in the brush and looked up to see a pair of golden eyes, then 2 pair, 3 pair, 4, 5 and 6 pair – 12 little golden reflectors of bug light. I reached in the door to grab the newly thawed bag of whole grain bread and as the plastic rattled while opening it, little gold orbs started out from the understory. I was astonished and elated as it was Simon, Saffron and their never-before-seen kits – 4 of them and I’m figuring they are somewhere between 3 and 4 months old. They were so little and all ears and interest at the giant on the porch! I tore the bread in little chunks and tossed a wuzzle of yeasty goodness before the vulpines of the manor. All the little guys were gathering their own; knocking down their brethren, jumping, butting and chasing. It was foxes amuck and I just sat back with my drink and enjoyed the show.
Gold highland nectar, golden light and golden eyes – a nice end to a day. These eyes I can abide!



