They frolic out in the field, the three of them with their mamas. Picking their way through soybean sprouts. Camouflaged in corn stalks. The mamas are alert, protective. Dennis says the tree line is close to half a mile from me, and yet the mamas seem to hear and see me. They’re prepared to rush the party into the woods.
Because of the distance, these photos don’t exactly rock, but they still give me a thrill. Deer are so common here, but I still want to turn cartwheels of joy when I see them.
And just in case you think I’ve been joking–this is a photo of my herb garden this year. There might be some mint in there somewhere.
Though the cherry trees don’t blossom
and the strawberries don’t ripen,
Though the apples are worm-eaten
and the wheat fields stunted,
Though the sheep pens are sheepless
and the cattle barns empty,
I’m singing joyful praise to God.
I’m turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God.
Counting on God’s Rule to prevail,
I take heart and gain strength.
I run like a deer.
I feel like I’m king of the mountain!
~Habakkuk 17-19
I never knew that their tails were so fluffy! Turning crooked cartwheels with you!!
We see lots of deer around, even right in our yard, but rarely the little ones…
what a blessing
oh they’re breathtaking, friend! doing cartwheels with you! how i appreciate the way you open my eyes to him…
So peaceful looking. I especially love your garden. I wonder what’s living in it? ROFL
You just keep turning those cartwheels — how delightful you all are!
Love your garden. It looks just like mine except yours is more orderly! 🙂
A HALF MILE??? And you got pictures this terrific??? That middle one, against the dark background literally takes my breath away. Wowza, friend, you’ve got the eye and I’m betting you’ve got the whopping big lens, too. Thank you so much for these reminders of the gentle glory in these particular created beings. Just lovely.
Since moving to the Texas Hill Country, I have completely lost any affinity for white-tailed deer, but you semi-restored it with your pics. I saw probably a dozen this morning–many fawns–on my ride to Luckenbach.
Oh those spotted fawns and long-legged mamas — they always give me a thrill, too!