I'm doomed. After six solid days of class and studying, ten to twelve hours a day, I still haven't mastered half the material I'm going to need for the test on Tuesday. The issue is that most of it is straight memorization of tables, figures and facts, and my short term memory is practically nonexistent nowadays. I should still be studying now, but at this point the text may as well be written in Sanskrit. Just can't do it another minute. If I pass the test the first time, it will be nothing short of a miracle.
However, when I chucked the books and sat down here to play, I got to see a herd of deer move through the yard that included several antlered bucks. We don't see those very often, and it was a welcome treat. Just the thing to uplift a battered spirit.
There were two eight-pointers, one of which had lost one antler. There were also two two-pointers, a six-point, and one with odd-looking single spikes. Six or seven does and yearlings were with them. I took this photo at dusk, from a distance, through a dirty double-paned window with a screen on it, so it ain't great. But isn't he something?
In other news, there are still no birds on the feeder. Not one. No clue why they haven't found it yet. Gatsby's doing well, though, loving his new water fountain and scattered mugs of water. The college kid wants to come home for a weekend already, and I can't wait to see him again.
And that'll have to do until after/if I pass that damn test. I'll let you know how it goes. Hope everyone has a great week!
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