My beloved -- who a few weeks ago acquired a painful fence-building-related tendon problem, and just last Friday had physical therapy to banish the remains -- spent his Father's Day continuing to build this long fence along the back of the yard. He was a man on a mission. (Our lot is nearly triangular -- narrow on the street side, long on the back side that borders the nature area.)
But alas, one of those hungry deer jumped the fence and ate about half the foliage of a young fruit tree, and part of another. This also happened in the fall, when the junior trees were stripped naked of all their leaves, and he vowed revenge in the form of the fence. Well, it is a nice-looking and sturdy fence, anyway, with 1x1's well-spaced so that there is still a view through it. He's also kind of ticked at the birds, who are eating plums from a more mature tree without his permission.
Meanwhile, a "lady turkey" has been visiting outside the fence -- which isn't huge news to those of us who work at home, because there are lots of wild turkeys around the hillside, and it's not even terribly unusual to see them wandering the quieter streets, looking for whatever turkeys look for. When traveling in a flock on the street, the dude turkeys have been known to challenge automobiles they suspect of dishonorable intentions toward their womenfolk. Oh, the strutting and flaunting of tail feathers! But, my beloved has not spotted a turkey so close before.
That's the wildlife report. What's going on in your personal environment?