Outside the sliding glass doors, under the clothes line he stood. Regal and great. Large antlers he held with grace and the snow on his thick fur glittered in morning light. A young doe lay near. Under the pine tree she held her gentle face to the sun. I watched them from the window in calming awe.
We readied for work and walked out of the house and turned to walk down the long snow packed driveway. There we startled four fluffy young deer. They stood still for a moment then hopped away in their comical rabbit-like impersonation. Their bouncing feet stirring the light snow as they quickly adjourned down the pasture.
Last night under the full moon we drove slowly up the driveway basking in the moonlight and there they were again. Four youth and the doe. They greeted us and huddled closer. So enchanting.
Is it possible that one doe could have four infants? They are the very same size and seeming age. I was always under the impression that deer generally only birthed one infant. Do you think she is mother of quadruplets or did she adopt these young babies?
Either way I feel blessed to see them. To be near them. To share this beautiful earth with them.
May this beautiful season bring with it great blessings, tidings from friends, and memories of joy and laughter for all of you.