By flits and freezes the deer advanced, a doe and her grown fawn, I think.
Misty was sacked out in the sun out front. In her defense, maybe she was tired after being (audibly) on guard all night.
Or then again, maybe she was tired out after her busy-ness the past few days . . .
I waited awhile to see if the deer would come back across the pasture, but finally I gave up and took my tea to bed. There was nothing I needed to do--Brandy was on guard!