One day last week, I looked out the window of my writing room, and this is what I saw.
Seven white-tailed deer were grazing in the pasture.
I watched them for awhile, and they slowly moseyed along toward the mesquite trees and vanished.
Haven't seen them since. I guess they were just passing through. I was happy to see that some of them survived hunting season. There are a lot of hunters in the area.
Happy Reading and Writing.