They looked so guilty, tiptoeing through the yard on Monday afternoon.
Slowly they walked past the office window, with this big fella bringing up the rear:
He caught sight of me, and they all took off, running hell-for-leather over the compost pile and out of the yard. By the time I got to the door to get a better shot, all I could see were four white tails.
That’s what you get for coming home late, boys!