In the winter, with the frozen ground and thick snow that makes it hard for small birds to find food, we have the habit or tradition of feeding the birds sunflower seeds.

Apparently, not only the birds like those seeds. Today, when I went out to refill for them, I found the tracks and, hm, "presents" of some roe deer. I'm not sure how many, but probably two or three deer had been there some time between last evening and this morning.

Another person also had roe deer in their garden recently, feeding on sunflower seeds meant for the birds. I saw it in today's local newspaper (well, yes, this is a very small society). The person had also managed taking some really cute photographs on that roe deer, when it fed on the seeds and also when it actually slept in the garden.

I got so excited when I too found that a deer had been in my garden! Sunflower seeds seem to be very popular.

This story picks up after cineri gloria sera venit

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The time had flown since that fight. It was hard to believe that close to two weeks had already passed.

Kita stayed close to Seshi as much as she possibly could, monitored how his condition had been. Since that fight with the nameless worry had plagued her mind, constantly thinking back to how Furfur had told her of his death the first time. It had been due to the fact that Seshi had been diseased, he was killed the first time.

The blood of the nameless had been passed into Seshi, that would mean that the disease had been also. Kita trembled and tilted her head to look back toward her side at the smiling mask that lay on the ground tied again around her neck.

She looked up from where she lay among the flowers, toward her stag as he played with his fawn. She smiled weakly, studying his movements. A sigh escaped from her lips, head lowering a tiny bit as she watched.

His movements were slow, he had to take long breaks between games. She could tell that he was running low on energy, she prayed that it was just the season. Spring was a lazy time for stags, when they could regrow their antlers and such, maybe that was why.

She lifted her head slowly as he nuzzled Finata and turned to walk back to her. She smiled weakly "Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked softly as he turned around, laying himself down beside her body.