I now have the start of a compost pile in our backyard. Two evenings ago, I was taking some kitchen vegetable scraps out to add to the pile. I was slightly turned to the west (and I have excellent peripheral vision), so when I saw movement in the tall grass, it got my attention.
I very slowly turned to face the movement, and lifted my cell phone/camera to chronicle what I saw with you. If you go through the photographs as you would read (top row l-r, second row l-4, etc), you'll discover what I saw.
I held my breath, and steadied my phone, watched and waited as this beautiful, young buck made its way down the hill. He stopped more than once to process my scent. The wind was at my back, so I fully expected him to "high tail" it at any moment. The Barn Cats had followed me to the compost bin, and they were completely visible to the buck, so I'm thinking that's part of what baffled him.
Nevertheless, that silly boy came within 15 feet of me at one point. That's the second to last photo above. Then, he slowly sauntered past the north end of the pole barn, and slowly made his way across the north field to the "Habitat" tree line. That's where I could finally take a deep breath and a few more photos.
Again, the farm reveals its blessings, and again, I'm reminded I'm one lucky girl to be in the right place at the right time. God is good.
