Moving west of Denver into the foothills has given me the gift of seeing with new eyes.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
New Deer
A new group of adolescent deer showed up to feed. Then a mother and baby appeared. The baby held its tail high in contrast to the adult deer that held theirs hugged closely to their bodies.
By the time all arrived 7 deer, including two young bucks circle the backyard. I don’t understand the pecking order of the females, but it you are male you get to eat first. And if you are young the only one that will let you eat is your mom.
Later in the day I saw the mom and baby again. The baby followed her mom past the back of the house. The mom stepped forward lifting one foot at a time slowly as if pulling it out of quick sand. Then the leg hung in midair waiting for several seconds before it’s set down again. The baby was a mirror image.
The two walked slowly past the study windows rotating their ears side-to-side checking for unusual noises. Before they start down the hill to the meadow they gave us one glance over their shoulders.
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