1. A deer leaping into the woods on our country lane. From it's posterior (all we could see) we were unable to identify it other than it was not a blacktail deer. Do they even have those in Scotland? I'll let you know if we have any updates on that.
2. A spider the size of a chihuahua in our bathroom. Maybe only the size of a hamster, but really, really big and kind of brown and smooth. I only saw half of it - it was lurking behind the sink and then it scurried into an inaccessible place. I half want to see it again because it is taking on increasingly epic proportions in my memory. I would google Spiders of Scotland but my Scotland Road Photos (see last blog) experience makes that unappealing. If I spy it again and have my phone with me (unlikely, due to Shelob's last known location) I will take a photo.
3. Phil the Pheasant, our very own resident wild fowl. He is skittish but beautiful. Our Scottish friends are unimpressed. Apparently they are the equivalent of Stellar Jays at home - beautiful but very common. We are impressed and have taken many photos of Phil. Here is our best shot so far. Oops, sorry Phil! Poor choice of words.
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