City Escape

There is a group of deer that visits every night. The six-or-so doe are accoompanied by a large eight-point buck. One night, a doe stood very still in the shadows near the porch. We watched her for a bit, and slowly she would lift her leg then stomp it to the ground. She did this over and over, until one of us moved. She bolted.

In the heat of the night,
The river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive.

We think she was sacrificing herself and testing the area for predators, because the place that she ran off to was filled with red reflections of eyes much like hers.