Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The Deer Hunter

It started off a day pretty much like any other lately. First morning light creeping over the hills, a sultry mist hovering over the valley...






...the gold and red leaves in the trees slowly lighting up as if on a dimmer switch...
...frost clinging gently to the ground.


The dogs were let out. They greeted the deer as they do each morning with excited yips and yelps, running back and forth on the deck. 

And then...Albert saw something...there...up in the trees on the steep hill behind the house... a deer, no doubt. The urge too strong to resist, he broke free, leaped up the stone wall that holds back the hillside as if on wings and ... disappeared ... into the woods ... the woods where cougars lurk waiting for tasty morsels... 

(Look carefully through the window above...you'll see Albert getting a running start...)



Ahhh, and there's the naughty Albert, back safely (in prison...for his own protection) with Jake ... after a two hour deer hunt. After being covered with mud and water and burrs. After a bath.  Just Albert, not really much of a deer hunter, after all. Silly dog. You had us worried.


3 comments:

Vern said...

I live in the boonies and feel like I miss fall every year because the trees are all on the other side of the tracks. I wish I had these views!

Sue said...

I'll bet you were worried! I would have been, too!

Glad he came back only slightly the worse for wear.

=)

PS. That scenery is just out of this world.

Stephanie said...

Two hours?! Wow.