It's so cold the deer don't even bother to budge. If you look closely, you can see there are five or so in the top photo, and there were many more. They look like brown lumps with ears.
But by the stillness with which they receive your visitations, plainly knowing you are there (the alert ears say so), it does seem that you are being acknowledged as an unthreatening presence in their world -- enduring the cold together.
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2 comments:
Amazing. Beautiful. When my cat sits like that I call it the meat loaf pose.
Emily
Woe for the poor deer, soooo unhappy.
But by the stillness with which they receive your visitations, plainly knowing you are there (the alert ears say so), it does seem that you are being acknowledged as an unthreatening presence in their world -- enduring the cold together.
Freezing is bad, trust good.
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