I was rounding a curve in the road, taking my time and thinking my own thoughts when he leaped down the bank ahead of me. Stopping at the edge of the road for a moment, he then pranced across. Big and beautiful, sleek and well fed.
I slowed to a crawl as I watched in awe.
Prancing across the road, he looked at my approaching car and it seemed he gave me a nod. Then with one smooth flowing leap he cleared the road side ditch and a rail fence that blocked his path.
I watched as he ran across the field. Strong. Happy. Free.
I know sighting a buck isn’t unusual in the mountains, but he was the first to ever cross my path.
I will never forget that beautiful sight. I feel blessed to have had a glimpse into a moment of his life.
Be Blessed.
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ReplyDeleteWow, I know the feeling. I crossed paths with four deer last year. It really is amazing, isn't it?
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