Looks like I’ve got another pet. I was reading out on the back porch the other morning when I felt someone staring at me. What shall we name this one?
After dinner, John took a walk up to our field and as he came around a row of tall shrubs, he came face to face with her. He yelled “Whoa”. She yelled “Whoa”. Then they each ran off in different directions.
No recipe on this one – I don’t do venison.