Following Monday's April snow fall, a lone deer made it's way, like a drunken sailor, up to the last remaining spot of Winter Rye. From the tracks left behind it doesn't look like there was too much interest. Perhaps too snow covered or it got spooked off.
I've since tilled this last remaining spot of Winter Rye. I'm concerned that they'll keep returning and do a number on the vegetables once planted.
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