It's not as if I have a lot of time to write, whether it be emails to friends or pen & pencil letters. Why do I think I'll have time to write a blog? I'm hoping that this forum will draw me to it easier than I'm drawn to writing emails, and thus be somewhere I can put down thoughts, questions, ideas and maybe solutions. It will be a journal, perhaps of the journey that is the rest of my life...filled with changes.
Thursday as I was talking on the phone with my sister, my husband snapped his fingers to get my attention and pointed out the window to the back yard. One, two, three and soon four deer were there. I haven't seen deer in our backyard -- or anywhere on our 12 acres -- since right after hunting season started in November. They looked healthy: plump and alert, and they were foraging on the upper terrace garden, eating what leaves and twigs were surviving the cold and more ice-than-snow February we're experiencing.
The sight made me smile as I shared the scene with my sister, who is a great animal lover, and then I laughed as one very bold four-footer approached the bird feeder, filled with sunflower seeds, and proceeded to suck and lick out the seeds from the tiny holes I thought only a bird would find tempting! Luckily s/he lingered long enough for me to get a few pictures.
Thursday as I was talking on the phone with my sister, my husband snapped his fingers to get my attention and pointed out the window to the back yard. One, two, three and soon four deer were there. I haven't seen deer in our backyard -- or anywhere on our 12 acres -- since right after hunting season started in November. They looked healthy: plump and alert, and they were foraging on the upper terrace garden, eating what leaves and twigs were surviving the cold and more ice-than-snow February we're experiencing.
The sight made me smile as I shared the scene with my sister, who is a great animal lover, and then I laughed as one very bold four-footer approached the bird feeder, filled with sunflower seeds, and proceeded to suck and lick out the seeds from the tiny holes I thought only a bird would find tempting! Luckily s/he lingered long enough for me to get a few pictures.
Life changes - The cycle of life brings the deer back from the deep woods, unafraid because hunting season is long gone. I often feel as if I've come back from a far away place, a place I chose to go to and from which I chose to return.
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