This is January's full moon that is almost full. The Moon after Yule, it is termed the Wolf Moon, taking its name from North American Native lore. This is the time of year hungry packs of wolves could be heard howling near the villages.
Which fact caught the attention of our visiting deer, who were hanging out at the stable hoping to score some chicken feed as the moon lifted overhead. That's 'Sweetie', in the front. Her last year's fawn behind her, -- Phylis, named because our neighbour watched her arrival -- and peeking in between is 'Iris', who takes her name from the iris garden where we found her hidden when she was just a few days old.