This fawn and doe are at our neighbor's bird bath and bird feeder early every morning.
Our Saturday morning project was taking down this decades-old fence between our yards. It was fully embedded in the trees and the bottom row was burried by a couple inches of dirt. Here, Jack attacks it with ... pliers. (That big leaf at the bottom near his feet is wild rhubarb.)
The perfect climbing tree.
One of the honey locusts behind our property. Jack and I call them "trees of death."