A little rain this morning, then clearing and cool, with highs in the low 60's. I made a run over through an area where I used to bow hunt, and caught this gentleman in mid-chew. I would whistle at him, and he'd look up. He'd drop his head, I'd whistle, he'd look up. He finally looked up with the grass still in his mouth. Almost looked like he had a couple of toothpicks in his mouth.