I wondered why Lily & Pippin were teetering on the back of the sofa, peering out of the window in the conservatory, when I came down this morning. Not interested in their breakfasts, they could not wait to get outside.
I looked towards the bottom of the garden and saw this cheeky character, a young roe deer, reposing calmly in the flower bed. Reposing calmly after munching his way through all the roses that I have planted this year - most of them now have no tops, and no buds. Where's my (pop) gun? !
More later, I suspect - said invader was last seen in my veg garden - shooed out, but I draw the line at my new herb beds. I need to block off the only access, to make it completely secure.
This means war!