I got out of
my car last night and as I straightened my aching bones I looked up into first
one, and then I realized 2, pair of doe eyes.
Literally. Doe and fawn were
poised under the apple tree and I cursed for the millionth time because I didn’t
have my camera around my neck. We all
stood frozen for nearly a minute, perhaps longer. I said Hello, and still they stood still,
just watching me. Then very slowly the
turned and walked gracefully into the back 40.
I took a quick scan of the apple tree
which was not damaged and then put my car in the garage. I asked Mom if she’d been watching the deer
and she said they had been around the house all day long, back and forth
between the front yard and the apple tree in the back. I was so glad that we hadn’t plucked the last
of the apples off the tree so the deer were able to enjoy our remains. But now we are concerned because hunting season
will soon be here and despite posting signs hunters will cross into the yard,
after tearing down the signs. While I
have never felt a bullet whistle past me I have been startled out of my mind by
an explosion close to me, the explosion being the gun going off. Normally guns don’t make that loud of a sound
but whatever gun this hunter was using sounded like a powerful shotgun. Something Rambo would be trouncing around
with.
We also have a large flock of pheasants
roosting in our bushes this year. They are
so lovely to watch as they strut across the yard seemingly oblivious to
anything but their own interests. And
soon they will be under attack also.
Poor things.
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