Tell me where the hurt comes from

[Dr. Phil just said that. It was too good not to save for posterity in convenient blog-form]

Last night was pretty cool. We spotted the smallest little doe ever. It could barely walk on its spindly little legs!







Mom was concerned that the baby would get smooshed as it tried crossing the street to get to the creek, so later I went down to check. It was smooshed indeed. So I brought the body back and we ate it!





I'm joking. There was no baby doe carcass on the street, suggesting that the little guy (or gal) survived the crossing.

That steak actually came from a cow that got smooshed crossing the street. You better believe it was hard dragging that carcass up the hill!