The other day, sitting in the Turtle, a movement outside caught my eye. Maybe it was this tiny, sparrow like bird, but no. It was much bigger.
Usually when I've seen deer out in the field it is in the early to late morning and it was now after noon, but there he was, strolling over to the blueberry patch. Well, it's way more than a patch, it's lots and lots of blueberries that get sold in the honor stand. Strawberries done, it's blueberries and raspberries now. Yum. But I digress. There he was.
|I'll just go slow and maybe no one will see me|
|The blue netting keeps out the deer and most of the birds|
|I was making clicking noises, he went on alert|
|But maybe I can still get to the blueberries!|
|Fuzzy photo of a leaping deer.|
|In the cut field, he could do some high step running.|
|Ah, safe in the grasses|
So long for now, young buck. Thanks for the visual entertainment!
Have a tapestried Tuesday. Do something thoreauvian.