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Man, are even deer getting named Spot now? How confusing. What happens when you call Spot in for dinner??
Venison stew.
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A friend at work had a pet deer, named ‘Bambi’. Stroppy darn thing, but his wife’s mother thought it was cute.
Anyway, one Christmas they were having a barbecue, and the ma-in-law said “This is delicious, what is it?” And without thinking he answered “Bambi”.
His wife wouldn’t speak to him for a week.
I gather that culinary collaboration/cooperation/consultation was not his gift.
But a hell of a good cook! 😉
As long as he’s not another freaking Gordon Ramsay, the avatar, epitome and zenith of civility and congeniality.
Mmmm, roast venison.
We should have gotten Matthew an actual zoom lens for Christmas – would solve a lot of his photo resolution concerns.
Yes, sorry about this – it was taken on my phone. Should have got the actual camera out of the rucksack. MC
I think you’re wrong: I count only 116.
There are four fawn hiding behind their parents – Captain Picard.
He equivocated by preceding “120” with “about”.
But some of us have better eyesight than others, or better binoculars.
The nightjar is in the tower to [works out angles] the right, about 40 degrees form the field of view.
Glad Matthew had the nightjar up in the tower w him to keep him company. I assume it is Spot, the nightjar…
Which one is Bambi?
So, do I correctly, purely speculatively, understand that this park is connected with the deer-tick-borne Lyme’s Disease? Or a coincidence?
I believe the disease was named for Lyme, Connecticut.
I used to go on school hikes during WWII to The Peak District – I remember Kinder Scout well.In
1942 or 3 there was so much snow on KS that we might have thought we were in The Alps.
If I recall, the deer in England are fairly small size. Maybe not many natural enemies other than humans?
Back there next to that flock of nightjars.
Sub – Italian
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And, banana.
Man, are even deer getting named Spot now? How confusing. What happens when you call Spot in for dinner??
Venison stew.
+1
+1
A friend at work had a pet deer, named ‘Bambi’. Stroppy darn thing, but his wife’s mother thought it was cute.
Anyway, one Christmas they were having a barbecue, and the ma-in-law said “This is delicious, what is it?” And without thinking he answered “Bambi”.
His wife wouldn’t speak to him for a week.
I gather that culinary collaboration/cooperation/consultation was not his gift.
But a hell of a good cook! 😉
As long as he’s not another freaking Gordon Ramsay, the avatar, epitome and zenith of civility and congeniality.
Mmmm, roast venison.
We should have gotten Matthew an actual zoom lens for Christmas – would solve a lot of his photo resolution concerns.
Yes, sorry about this – it was taken on my phone. Should have got the actual camera out of the rucksack. MC
I think you’re wrong: I count only 116.
There are four fawn hiding behind their parents – Captain Picard.
He equivocated by preceding “120” with “about”.
But some of us have better eyesight than others, or better binoculars.
The nightjar is in the tower to [works out angles] the right, about 40 degrees form the field of view.
Tower.
But did he move between taking photos?
Glad Matthew had the nightjar up in the tower w him to keep him company. I assume it is Spot, the nightjar…
Which one is Bambi?
So, do I correctly, purely speculatively, understand that this park is connected with the deer-tick-borne Lyme’s Disease? Or a coincidence?
I believe the disease was named for Lyme, Connecticut.
I used to go on school hikes during WWII to The Peak District – I remember Kinder Scout well.In
1942 or 3 there was so much snow on KS that we might have thought we were in The Alps.
If I recall, the deer in England are fairly small size. Maybe not many natural enemies other than humans?