I was on a walk, when nearby a sudden movement startled me. I thought it was someone bent over, gardening, straightening up and stepping out of the yard. I was all set to say hello. And then it leapt away.
A young buck, to be precise.
Perhaps it had been gardening–its own version–or maybe, like me, out for a stroll. I marveled at the large animal passing by.
I was grateful it wasn’t killer bees, which are all the buzz these days.