Where I grew up, a deer sighting was about as likely as a polar bear. So you can imagine that I feel as though I've moved to the American Museum of Natural History and Yellowstone, while the lad will probably grow up to be a hunter.
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Sunday, March 2, 2008
This is what it's like
South of here last week there was little snow. And fewer, albeit still plentiful, deer.
Where I grew up, a deer sighting was about as likely as a polar bear. So you can imagine that I feel as though I've moved to the American Museum of Natural History and Yellowstone, while the lad will probably grow up to be a hunter.
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Where I grew up, a deer sighting was about as likely as a polar bear. So you can imagine that I feel as though I've moved to the American Museum of Natural History and Yellowstone, while the lad will probably grow up to be a hunter.
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8 comments:
This is a beautifully suggestive black-and-white photo...the child longing to be out, not hunting, but playing with the deer.
I also like very much your new smiling picture at the top of your blog.
Beautiful picture.
I love this picture.
The zenith of wildlife excitement in SW9 amounts to a squirrel on the dining-room windowsill. Outside, not inside. Usually.
That's quite a shot. Suitable for framing.
Is hunting season over where you live?
Amazing picture.
Thanks all.
Deer season is right around Thanksgiving, maybe three-four weeks. Most of the year, they just eat gardens and dodge cars.
And Antonia, you're lying. There are foxes in your garden.
This is a shot that should be in a magazine!
Stunning photo.
Every time I spot a deer or coyote or even a hawk while I'm out, I am delighted to know they're still hanging around us noisy, belligerent humans...
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