A Mutual Respect

A resident blacktail eyes me as I eye him. I followed him all over the hill until he stopped his running and viewed me as a non-threat. 

Extra Photo: A line from Macbeth: "Twas a rough night." Indeed it was. The wind blew, the rain flew sideways, and the wind blew some more. Lots of limbs and debris scattered about, but this poor old, 120-foot Douglas fir fell lengthwise with the hard wind. We will use the tree in one way or another.