It was a good thing I was paying attention yesterday. I was out mowing around the yard at the farm. It’s been almost a month– too wet for most of it. This was job #1. I was out by the mailbox, and nearly missed seeing this little critter. He’d have stalled the mower for sure.

I parked and waited a bit; he finally got tired of the racket and took a dive into the weeds behind him. Everywhere I mowed, there were depressions in the grass, telling me the deer had been bedding up close to the house.

Dad had a bunch of apartments growing up. I was a landlord’s son.  One of Dad’s biggest peeves was when the mothers would let the kids out to play when he was mowing.  I can see what he meant.

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