Keep Looking

Sunday morning, the sun is bright and the sky is clear.  Early-morning gunfire had announced the opening of deer season with firearms.  No, there was not a single deer in sight.  What would you expect?

Less than a week earlier, we had watched a four-point buck cross our lawn, turn and go back.  That was nice.  We don’t see many with antlers.  Most of those boys are very shy.

As I looked at the “woods,” I saw an interesting anachronism.  Maybe you’d call it a reverse anachronism.

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Can you see the cross roads in this jungle?  Me neither.