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Half a couple buck

This young fellow and his doe routinely frequent the yard.

She comes from the cover on the other side of the stone fence into the open of the backyard.

All the while walking slowly, she dips her head, feigns sampling the last of green grass as alert ears and wary eyes scan for danger.

If all clear, he’ll appear from somewhere behind her.

Turkey Crossing

Earlier today while on the phone, I glanced behind the curtain only to see a big Tom and more than a dozen hens crossing the yard from north to south.

They encountered the stone fence, and just as one always wonders why a chicken crossed the road, I wondered why the turkeys crossed the fence.