On our walk this morning, the sun was rising up over one ridge as we walked on an old fire run. Hootie decided she'd be artsy-fartsy and take a few photos of our shadows.
After taking her photos, Hootie and I were standing stock-still when we heard thundering hooves of approaching deer. Six deer; five doe and one buck came over the ridge and down the hill, crossing our path maybe 30 feet away.
Soon it will be breeding time for the deer: rut time. The bucks have rubbed the velvet off their antlers in preparation of defending their territories. They aren't running solo yet though.
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I don't like to limit myself, so it's ALWAYS chipmunk hunting time for me! ~W
