Apparently yesterday was the day for wildlife sighting.  In the early evening twin fawns cruised by the window, following mama.  Though I saw lots of babies last year, this was my first fawn sighting for this summer.  Luckily Brownie was at the other end of the house, watching for chipmunks in the backyard, and thus missed them.  So there were no bark alerts from him.

Walked him a little early last evening, around 8:30 when it was still light, and he did take care of business.  When we finished our walk around the camping loop I was just getting ready to toss the results into the trash can at the smoking hut.  I had his leash in my right hand but was looking left to the can when he suddenly lunged at a deer on the side of the road.  Boy is he strong!  

A woman walking by saw the whole thing, and commented that she thought I was going down. I thought my arm socket might be sore this morning, but happily that is not the case.

This car wasn't quite so lucky, sustaining an owie.

The moss artwork at the Party Pool was gone, but the sunflowers are sure pretty.

We've run across Koda several times over the past few days during our walks, 

and today I got to chat with Marsha and Larry.

Koda's only a puppy, 5 months old (and new rescue), but is SO well-behaved.

Larry mentioned Alfred Packer, 

and afterward I introduced them to Sam McGee.

Alferd Griner Packer (January 21, 1842 – April 23, 1907), also known as "The Colorado Cannibal", was an American prospector and self-proclaimed professional wilderness guide who confessed to cannibalism during the winter of 1874. He and five other men attempted to travel through the San Juan Mountains of Colorado during the peak of a harsh winter. When only Packer reached civilization, he said that he had been abandoned by his party but eventually confessed that the party had resorted to cannibalism to stay alive when they became hopelessly lost. He later recanted this story and confessed to having lived off the flesh of his companions during his snowbound state after they had fallen victim to party member Shannon Bell, whom Packer said he shot in self-defense, and to having used their flesh to survive while stranded and during his trek out of the mountains nearly two and a half months later.

After Packer's story was called into question, he escaped jail and hid from justice for nine years before being tried, convicted of premeditated murder, and sentenced to death. Packer won a retrial and was eventually sentenced to 40 years in prison on five counts of voluntary manslaughter.

An almost completely fictitious biopic of his exploits, The Legend of Alfred Packer, was released in 1980. A more comedic and heavily fabricated take on the story, titled Cannibal! The Musical, was released in 1993.

Brownie had not been at all friendly any time we met up with Koda, 

but it was a different story with Mocha.

I stopped at the swimming pool on the way back to check out the hummer nest.  

While it's simple to find, it's tricky with the camera. 

Mama was not on the nest, but I was hoping to get a shot of the babies asking to be fed.  (While I still haven't seen any evidence of the little ones, someone a few days ago mentioned seeing Mama feeding them.)

I'd been wondering about this sport, and on my way back to the house 

Blake was up and about so I was able to ask him.  

Apparently a sail is attached to a 3-wheeler, and takes you for a ride over level ground.

He had an interesting addition on the back of his van, and this morning the cover was off.  A screened-in "porch" (with room to stand!) could be a great idea for Tom's pickup when he goes camping.