Backyard Wildlife

Last week, Marc was putting some drywall up in the kitchen when he suddenly called for me.  I thought he screwed something up or got hurt the way he yelled.  Everything was fine in the kitchen.  He pointed for me to look outside, and standing in the backyard was a big 'ol doe.

Seeing the deer in the backyard made me think of a time when I was eleven years old.  Mom, Grandpa, and I went camping to Prince Gallitzin with Aunt Vonda and Uncle Bob.  We were cooking out dinner, minding our own business, at the campfire.  All of a sudden a fawn and a doe start to approach the campsite.  We were surprised at how close the deer got to us.  Aunt Vonda quickly (and not suddenly) grabbed some carrots.  Grandpa and I each approached the deer with carrots, and we fed them for a good fifteen minutes.

The camping trip was a first for Grandpa and I.  We created a lot of good memories on that trip.