It’s bound to happen. Viewed from a big pine tree. Wind and thermal perfect, in my face, overlooking an active licking branch scrape in a funnel above an impenetrable bedding area.
Halloween, was a few days earlier. It was dead quiet. After an hour of nothing… a doe flew past. Flat out. A marvel to watch something that large speed through trees.
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