Some deer were afrighted again tonight, but it wasn't my fault this time. I happened to be outside when they were grazing in the yard on the corner, and the automatic sprinklers there came on, making that loud, choking spurt that sprinklers make when that first burst of water and trapped air shoots out, and the poor, dampened deer went bounding up the street in terror. Still, it was less pathetic than Jimmy Stewart singing.
Need sleep.
