Wildlife sighting

Cold this morning. Nature is making ice art in the streams and waterfalls. The chickens' water is frozen solid, and under foot the soil is bleached white and friable. Bright sunshine.

Birthday boy, Jakob! Lord of Misrule stops dead. His whole body is rigid. Only his enormous, black tartuffo nose moves. Slowly, his head swings round in an arc. Then back again. He surveys the treescape carefully.

Something there? 

Something there. 

Suddenly there is a crash. About 20m away, two large roe deer startle out of cover, they glance our way and then bound off uphill through the woods. 

A magnificent sight for a Happy Birthday morning.