To our Mutual Surprise
It's 7 a.m. on a clear winter morning. I've just started down the backyard path leading to the city greenway. Two mule deer bucks stare up at me from less than 10 yards away. I'm hoping they won't spook as I pass.
To our Mutual Surprise
It's 7 a.m. on a clear winter morning. I've just started down the backyard path leading to the city greenway. Two mule deer bucks stare up at me from less than 10 yards away. I'm hoping they won't spook as I pass.
So Far So Good
Nearly abreast, and Little Brother nerviously moves a few feet away. Big Brother holds his ground, watching me.
Tension Release
Just as I pass, Big Brother snorts and take a few steps. I turn to look just as he rockets straight up in the air, stiff legged, as if on springs. As he reaches the apex, he folds his legs, posing prettily. I'm impressed as hell, but he's not done yet.
Loud and Clear
He prongs up the path I just descended. At the crest, still pronging, he loops back down the slope until ending where he started. He's watching me again; making sure I got the message.
Pronging and Mule Deer Races (so to speak)
Art for this story is in the style of Frank Stack. Read about him in the Artists Gallery.