There are seven deer outside her window at dusk, enjoying some grass before the impending snowfall. This group has appeared for the last several nights with abandon... Much to our westie's frustration. Mom won't let her out to chase them, so she sits atop her window observation box, vibrates, growls, whines, and barks. Quite the show.
When they finally wander down toward the lower pasture, Princess Fiona struts around like she ran them off.
