Out at Circle R today cruising along classic listening to the Meat Puppets Armed and Stupid:
"No body
Pure science
No body
Pure essence
And the sun wants a place in the sky
As it spins all around
And the rain thinks that it was only dreaming
As it kisses the ground”
Out of the woods just in front of my pop out
1
2
3, 4, 5
6
7, 8 doe (“a deer a female deer”)
then a buck with quite a rack on him. They bounded up the hill with an exuberance I would be likely unable to muster at that time of the morning had my lot in this life been to care for 8 does.
Carpe Diem people,
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