More Signs of Spring.

They're back ... the boy and girl still get excited about spotting the deer. I'm more of the "Hey, you deer, get outta my back yard."

Deer poop is nasty to deal with - it's like rabbit pellets, but they're all balled up together into something between the size of a golf-ball and tennis ball. Unless you don't get to them soon enough, in which case the ball falls apart, then you have to deal with "a billion and nine" little pellets.

Somewhere along the way, that became the girl's expression for "a lot" - "a billion and nine"!