Christmas is for the birds.

And for the deer, and the lonely little coyote that stands in the path and barks at me and Gypsy, trying to look tough but dashing away as we approach. Today I went up to Idlewild laden with pinecones covered with peanut butter and coated with wild bird seed, a little garland and a few red ornaments. There was a lot of deer tracks around the tree, so I hope they come back and help themselves to a little treat.