I was cleaning up dishes in the kitchen, looking out my window at a squirrel sitting on an old wooden fence post, under a dilapidated apple tree, bright fall sunshine illuminating the squirrel's tail and left half of it's body, the field behind it still shiny with remains of morning frost.
The smell of apple pancake baking in the oven.
And it was good. Hell, it was GREAT!
Until the goddamn dog started barking at the front window, yanking me harshly from my autumnal reverie.
I yelled at her to stop, always a fruitless endeavor (but sometimes I like to yell), as I walked into the living room to forcibly remove her from the window.
Immediate problem solved, I stared out the window, through the semi-bare branches of the old trees that are scattered across my front yard. There was a deer in our front yard, wandering out into the road.
A doe and her two fawns have been frequent visitors to the yard, and the neighboring fields since we moved in back in June. We've found ourselves urging them across the street more than a couple of times on weekend mornings, as there's a 90 degree curve just up the road, and people tend to come around it far faster than they should.
"Come on… cross the road!!!!"
This morning, it appeared to be the doe, by herself. wandering across our yard, stopping in the middle of the road, just to add an element of suspense and alarm to my morning.
Turns out, she was waiting for the kids to catch up. And then there were three.. wait… four… five SIX of them, all in the middle of Riverview drive, wandering aimlessly across the street, and into the yard by the old barns and storage area across the street. And, as one, they all took off in a run, shining copper in the morning sun, as they flew across the just-harvested soy bean field.
And it was good. Hell, it was great!
The buzzer just went off, time to pull breakfast out of the oven….
