In Which There Are White-tails

This was not how the deer reacted to my presence in the yard this morning. They, the pests, have successfully nibbled their way through our vegetables and flowers, and this morning the family walked right down through the yard while I was standing on the front stoop. The mother stopped, stared, and tracked me with her ears, then continued through the front garden; the two yearlings did the same, and then a young buck with tiny little antlers followed them. He must have just lost his velvet, because the antlers looked raw and bloody; either that, or he must have taken a poke at the neighbors' dachshunds. The whole family made a slow procession down through the yard, all the while paying no attention while I spoke to them; I finally flapped my arms and yelled "Shoo!" in an attempt to make them leave the garden alone. They. Paid. No. Attention. I don't know what to think of this performance...
Otherwise, two nights ago, the local foxes had a little territorial dispute. At 1 AM. I was so annoyed I got out of bed, put on my bathrobe, and went outside to have a word with them. They were in the woods somewhere, but as soon as they heard the door, they decided to move their argument to another venue.
Oh. Finally started spinning the black Lincoln wool from MDSWF this year. It's pure wool, but it's got a little tiny bit of a halo. Maybe I've finally got enough spinning under my belt to be slightly above "Novice", but the singles are coming out fairly even. They're approximately sport weight so far, barring the occasional slubby bit that sneaks through. Pictures will be forthcoming as soon as I finish filling the current bobbin. It's so much easier to spin than the bamboo stuff!