It's about 78 degrees, the winds are blowing lightly from the west and keeping the bad bugs at bay. We can hear robins, red-winged blackbirds, catbirds, Baltimore orioles, and song sparrows singing all around us in the trees. A few frogs, maybe bull frogs, force out a dull croak now and then from the pond.
As I write in my journal, a later omitted side joke about the swans, a wood tick casually strolls across it's open pages.
Suddenly, three more visitors come trotting up the dike heading right toward us. A doe and two young fawns, as shocked to see us as we to see them, panic in search of a proper direction to continue their journey. One young fawn passes directly in front of us while the other pauses briefly beneath a small pine tree at the pond's edge. Another photo shoot quickly ensues between my hubby and I.
While the trumpeter swans still drift about on the pond, now taking turns tucking their heads down to nap, the deer family swiftly retreats into the shady woods near Tom's Creek.
I will cherish these moments today, the gift of the trumpeter swans on the pond, and the deer family at our feet. I also am feeling appreciative for the freedom that we have on this Memorial Day.... and remembering my husband's Great Uncle Thomas, from Wisconsin, and my Great Uncle Daniel, from Iowa, who both lost their lives in service during World War I.
what a special photo day , awesome pictures, it is a keeper day one for the memory book . your big sis
ReplyDeleteSerenity .... finding that small safe place in the midst of chaos. What a blessing for you both and a wonderful gift to us. (cousin Diana)
ReplyDeleteVery nice Kay! I could almost feel the breeze!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a perfect day! Great photos. (Theresa L.)
ReplyDeleteWonderful! I bet you wanted to take that little fawn home! Cute as a button! Yes, we are thankful for all we have, and the sacrifice so many have given that we can enjoy our blessings. r
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos, Kay!
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