Pat

11/26/2020 Outside my Window. What a delight, on Thanksgiving morning, to see a buck outside my dining room window just staring at me. He out-stared me, for what seemed a long time, and I finally backed away so as not to frighten him. With his measure of safety he proceeded to the backyard, piled high with fallen leaves, and first enjoyed a tasty laurel then a number of succulent bushes here and there. To my surprise, the main dish was then in the fallen leaves. He sorted through them, so it wasn’t just any leaf, but special ones. I’m not entirely sure, but it looked like it was the older leaves, wet and closer to the ground, he was after. He traveled back again to the side of the house; delicately picking just the right  fallen leaves. For these magical moments, I am grateful.   What a delight, on Thanksgiving morning, to see a buck outside my dining room window just staring at me. He out-stared me, for what seemed a long time, and I finally backed away so as not to frighten him. With his measure of safety he proceeded to the backyard, piled high with fallen leaves, and first enjoyed a tasty laurel then a number of succulent bushes here and there. To my surprise, the main dish was then in the fallen leaves. He sorted through them, so it wasn’t just any leaf, but special ones. I’m not entirely sure, but it looked like it was the older leaves, wet and closer to the ground, he was after. He traveled back again to the side of the house; delicately picking just the right fallen leaves. For these magical moments, I am grateful.  

Pat M., October 27, 2020 It was difficult, but a good workout. Bird proportions dicey.