On Monday, walking past the dining room windows, I saw what looked like something flapping in the breeze. It was in the neighbor’s soy-bean field. I picked up the binoculars (a few steps away) and saw a doe grazing on the bean leaves as she lay in there in the field (about 125 yards away).
A quick trip to the office and I returned camera in hand. Opened the window and waited . . . and waited . . . and waited. Retrieved the tripod, attached the camera and zeroed in on where I last saw the deer. No luck.
On to the next project. Sylvia and I lead a small group on Tuesday evenings. We both sat by the windows as we wrapped up our preparations. We were talking, comparing our ideas and setting up our lesson plan when a young phoebe landed on the deck railing just outside an open window.
We were amazed that this young flycatcher sat there with a fly in her bill while we talked to each other. As we watched, she crunched and then ate the fly before flying off to catch another.
We had wrapped up our lesson prep and plan and I started to put things away. Through the window, clearly visible was the doe once again chewing on bean leaves.
She chewed away in front of her and beside her.
Something caught her attention (our chatter?) and she froze in place, listening carefully.
Sylvia and I watched for a while and then went about our other activities. She continued her feast. What a beautiful day.