Sunday, I went for a walk when we first arrived at our house before Robert started his chainsawing. I walked down to the gazebo which is a mile round trip. We had seen 5 deer along the road coming in so I brought my camera with me in case I saw them again. No deer but I did find a lot of bear scat* in the road. I can tell you one thing, it really stinks. 
*Not an Ella Fitzgerald-style of singing. It means poop.
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