As the shadows grow long, and night begins to fall,
At the deertrail in Minnesota, the critters begin to call.
He's fed us, He's fed us, the logs are all full,
They are waiting to see us, come one and all.
Elaine - 2/17/2013
Sitting quietly watching the trail, oh my gosh computer fail! That's ok cause James will fix it, in the mean time only crickets.