This morning we had a couple of visitors to the back yard.
whitetail doe in Summer meadow
still spotted whitetail fawn
If you ever need a definition for "scamper," fawns provide it, just as lambs define "gambol" for me. Earlier in the week, the dropped sunflower seeds from our deck feeders brought some other wild visitors right up to the house.
wild turkeys scratching for sunflower seeds dropped from feeders
What continues to remain a surprise is the elusiveness of the local coyotes that can be heard almost every night but are never seen, let alone photographed. Based on what the dogs and I encounter when we go for our afternoon walks these days, the wiley coyotes may be holed up somewhere that the deer flies and mosquitoes can't get at them. They've (insects, not coyotes) been thick enough recently that, while I don't want to wish away the Summer, I am reminded of the delights of October. I've noticed that the black dog, Franco, attracts many more flies than the blond SiSi. I wonder if that has anything to do with why the colors of a deer's coat change from the darker grayish brown of Winter to the reddish brown of Summer. Deer flies are reported to be attracted to darker colors, but, from what I've read, they feed on the blood of mammals, so the dark turkies are probably off the hook.
Out of a high meadow where flowersbloom above cloud, come down;pursue me with reasons for smiling without malice.
Bring mimic pride like that of the seedling fir,surprise in the perfect leg-stemsand queries unstirred by recognition or fearpooled in the deep eyes.
Come down by regions where rockslift through the hot haze of pain;down landscapes darkened, crossedby the rift of death-shock; place printof a neat hoof on trampled groundwhere not one leaf or rootremains unbitten; but come downalways, accompany me to the morassof the decaying mind. Therewe’ll share one rotted stump between us.
Thanks for visiting. Come again when you can.
Please be kind to each other while you can.