The deer are back. Despite the
broad daylight overcast but still bright skies yesterday afternoon, the first doe of the season jumped onto the trail in front me shortly after Smiths Switch. She stood in the other lane as I slowly approached, and then ambled off to the side of the trail. We eyed each other warily as I passed. I thought about stopping and snapping a photo, but I'm pretty sure she would have dashed away by the time I wrestled my phone from the pannier.
Now that I think about it, I should have quickly looked to my right to ensure that she wasn't a harbinger and several others were lying in wait to ambush me. I'll remember to do that next time.
In other news, the facilities staff is trying to kill me by nearly dropping spent compact fluorescent bulbs on my head. He missed, thankfully, but I shan't be hanging out barefoot in my cube anytime soon.
The wildlife is such a mixed bag. I love to see the various critters, but at the same time, I worry about hitting them (or them hitting me).
ReplyDeleteKeep your shoes on today... hopefully, it will be an easy clean up. :O)
So cute, but so dangerous. I love seeing the fat woodchuck cropping grass ~right~ next to the trail but I worry that one of these days he's going to spook and run between my wheels.
DeleteYou can take the girl out of Arkansas, but you can't take the barefoot out of the girl. :)
I'm always barefoot, and I'm not from Arkansas. :O) Of course, my feet are a total disaster... but that's another story for another day.
DeleteDeer have the habit of traveling in groups. In my experience it is uncanny how often they travel in groups of four. Except for bucks - they travel alone. On one cold January morning at Leesylvania State Park, a buck broke out of the woodline and ran alongside me for about 100 yards. It was incredible.
ReplyDeleteYikes. That would have startled me pretty badly just as much as it would have awed me.
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