This year in the middle of the summer, for one reason or another, the dear have descended upon the gardens of La Grande. Normally they are up in the mountains all summer, enjoying the great human-less expanse. Unfortunately, this year they've decided the glitz and glamour of the big city is preferable to rural living, which has been bad news for the beans, squash, and tomato plants.
Now time for some shuteye so I can stay awake for tomorrow's "Deer Be Scurred" stakeout.
