It doesn’t get better!
We have fresh snow, two dogs and sunshine.
We can’t go into the woods, though. It’s deer hunting season. Every deer in the county knows DH and I don’t hunt. Their tracks are everywhere. They are everywhere.
We’ve flushed out full-antlered bucks. We’ve flushed out whole herds.
One of the deer is the smallest doe DH has ever seen. He saw her this summer and thought she was a fawn, until he saw the baby. DH was on his tractor and the fawn and tiny doe walked almost up to him. They weren’t the least bit afraid as they strolled by DH and the tractor on their way to a neighbor’s cornfield.
But, as beautiful as they are and as much as we love seeing them, the deer are a danger to our deer-running dogs who’ll hopefully give chase over car-ridden highways, past trigger-happy hunters and livestock-protecting farmers.
Until hunting season ends, the dogs have to be leashed or kept by the garden where they won’t be enticed into harm’s way.
Today though, nobody minds. Not with snow to run through and a dad who can be coaxed into throwing the ball.
It’s a most wonderful TIME of the year!
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