Woke up to this site in our backyard yesterday:
We have a park nearby, but our street wouldn’t be considered a pastoral setting by any stretch of the imagination. We’re within city limits, and quite close to a busy four-lane street. Somehow Bambi managed to scale our side or back fence (a good 5′ leap) and make him/herself at home.
I just wish s/he’d eat all our weeds instead of eating our flowers.