It was a busy weekend here. I got a load of hay, about 7 tons or 230 bales. The doctor still won't let me deal with that much lifting so I recruited some help. I really dislike having to ask people to help me do something I normally do myself, but it was an awesome half dozen friends that put it away. It takes me a couple of days to move it and stack it, but it took them less than an hour.
I often look out our kitchen window at first light to see if there is anything down by the creek. Usually I see a deer, grouse, squirrel, or fox, but occasionally something different. I couldn't see what it was, but it wasn't moving. It was this; some deer hide and a deer leg.
Stitch and I followed the tracks about 30 feet through the brush to the creek bed and saw this: