dancing deer

I woke with a jolt this morning in the middle of a dream when my husband touched my shoulder and asked if I wanted to see the deer in the back yard. Sunday there were 5 of them, but I missed seeing them that day. I made my way to the family room window and watched two female white tailed deer having breakfast between the brush row and the pond.

They are certainly creatures of beauty, elegance, and good sense. You could tell by watching when a blackbird flew too close they stood gracious, but rigid and still until there were no apparent signs of danger. The best part this morning was watching them as they played splash in the water. After chewing a good meal and getting a drink from the pond, they found some puddles of water (easy to find after it's rained every day for a week) and they started to play, splashing and running around and jumping just like a couple of children that have been turned loose on a warm summer day.

I'm sure they played like this for several minutes - something I've never seen before. Ron said he might buy a salt lick for them to lure them in. We live just a mile or so away from Bush Wildlife, and I think it's deer hunting season there. I'm glad this family has found a safe haven in the brush where the food and water are plentiful and where we can watch them play and run.