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Where the Deer and the Fox...



Where the Fox and The Deer…

As the sun rose this morning.  I looked out the window and wondered what I could do before I write and do some exercises, then study and do research I decided to bake something. I was uncertain whatit would be. Yet, I had this three month old bag of granny smith apples sitting in my fridge. They were still good. Not a mark, not a bruise on them. I don’t like wasting. So, I knew it would be apple something.

As I washed then peeled the apples, I glanced then looked out our kitchen window to our yard. I saw seven or more deer playing chase, which I’ve seen a few do or a couple. However, never this many. They appeared to be having fun. There was no distress in the air nor in their movements. Then I saw the doe who’d been injured about eight weeks ago.  She had a scar, but she was fine. Running, nibbling at the ground. Her gallop was not hindered.  She was the most mature of all the deer in our yard this morning. So, she appeared to mother and corral the younger deer in our yard.  Then it appeared she stated with her movements for them to go back into the woods and rest.

About a minute later, I saw a beautiful, healthy red fox, with a bushy tail. He came out and was playing chase, as well. His movements were uninhibited, as he dashed to and fro across our yard.  He would stop and leap up onto the old oak tree trunk. Which had been left standing about four feet high. It was the triple oak tree trunk we left standing after the 2012 Hurricane Sandy had hit and, demolished our very old oak tree. We waited for it to birth another oak tree, which now it has done. The fox played up and down the big old oak tree trunk. After a minute of playing and running across our yard, he left.---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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