Last evening, we sat down to our evening meal and prayed. As I lifted my eyes, I caught a glimpse of a glorious sunset. Excusing myself, I dashed for my camera as fast as I could gimp. Once again, the glory moment had passed. I captured an image anyway.
I keep hoping to see that definitive sunset image. File that under “unfinished business.”
We finished our meal and cleared the table. The western sky had taken on a complete different character. I called Sylvia’s attention to it. She took one look and said, “Ominous.” For my part, I agreed.
That tree on the left is just right of center in the previous image.
I turned to go back in the house when I heard a deer chuff loudly at me. I paused and scanned the low ground from whence the sound came. After a bit, a second chuff sounded clearly. A couple of seconds later, a dark shape leaped, turned and flagged her friends as she bounded away toward the willow thicket. A second and similar shape followed in her wake. These would have been last year’s fawns. Shortly after, their mother followed with her longer stronger leaps.
Then they were gone. The late evening was once more dominated by the sounds of night-time insects while the moon watched over all.
