Sunday morning, as Michelle prepared for work, she uttered a sentence not heard on this homestead in the 12 years we’ve lived here:
“There are deer in the yard.”
Sure enough, a doe and a fawn just past the spotted coat phase stood by the rhubarb patch, peering up into the windows of the cabin.
They clearly tracked movement through the window, so we couldn’t get “the good camera.” Michelle stealthily reached for her smart phone, and took the photos seen here, while both of us cursed ourselves for not getting around to washing the windows.
Soon, though, they sauntered toward the garden, our cue to rush out and chase them off. They disappeared up the ridge, bounding beautifully up the slope and away.
What a thrill!


