Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo is watching what amounts to a comic opera out behind the Port Swiller Manor back fence this morning.

The baritone is a young buck who plainly has one thing and one thing only on his mind.

The mezzo soprano is a doe who appears to have not the slightest interest in such things herself.

The buck keeps chasing the doe in and out of the woodline.

Meanwhile, the doe’s fawn from this year keeps wandering onstage and calling, “Mommy?”

Set it to some Rossini and I think you’d have a hit. Heh.

UPDATE: Well, the buck came back by himself a while later. If I’m any kind of judge of animal body language, he was…..displeased.