Yes, deer
Over the weekend, we were getting ready to go out when Robert rushed into my bathroom, toothbrush in mouth, to tell me, "Quihh, loo ow eh winow."
And there, on the far side of the lake, framed in the last of the crepe myrtles, were two does and a fawn, part of the deer herd that calls our home theirs.
"Mmh," Robert said, gesturing wildly.
At the south end of the lawn was the buck who runs the group, a six-pointer who gave a blast of his air horns and bolted when I tried to take his picture.
The next morning, as I was watering next to the shop, one of the does came within 30 feet, looked inquiringly at me and then into a wild cherry tree over her head, and got on her hind legs to graze.
Country life.
1 comment:
and no one records it better. that is the BEST toothbrush-in-mouth imitation i've ever read. i'm sure ro loves us all picturing the foam in his mouth. xoxoxox
p.s. no one describes thin light better than you do eiher. i wrote of the light the other day, too. called it molasses light.....for the color, for what it makes me hungry for....
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