When we go out in the morning for our walk down the back road, it’s always in our minds that maybe today we’ll see the deer. From our observations, they spend the night bedded down in the wooded areas by the river. We’ve never seen them in their sleeping quarters, that’s just what two Back Road Busy Bodies think they do.
Then after a night of rest, in early morning, they make their way through the grassy fields belonging to our neighbors. From there, they leap the fence and hop the bank that runs along the back road. Crossing the road, they climb the hill on the other side to spend their day browsing in the woods.
Any deer still lingering there would be hidden by the fog that fronted the river. Signs of wet, muddy hoof marks at familiar deer crossings made us believe the deer had long since crossed and were gone.
Then a snort came to the left of us, out of a break in the brush, disrupting talk that wouldn’t be remembered later. Turning towards it, our approach had already frightened them. A herd of bounding white-tails were heading back to the river.
Not always appearing when we want them to, with every walk down the back road, they sometimes surprise us when we think there’s little chance. Today was a day of the deer.