|sunflower, stripped by the deer|
In the foggy morning, shortly before six I heard a pair of venison outside the window snorting like they owned the place.
I don't know if a man running at them in bare feet and a blue bathrobe can really strike enough fear into them to keep them away from the plum trees for very long - but I'll do it every morning if I have to.
It's not really such a bad way to shock the body awake -- a pair of cold, dew-wet feet. Probably healthier than coffee.