As I was rinsing away the evidence of a good night sleep, I looked out my bathroom window, as I do every morning, to see who else was stirring. In between the trees by the canal, I caught the white tail end of a mule deer crossing through properties. Then another, and another.
This is their path in the mornings; I see them often.
Shortly after, I was out feeding and I heard a sound. It wasn't a crack of a branch or a bang of sorts. Really, I cannot recall very well or describe very well what it was. But I looked up. And there he was, a medium sized buck with only one antler looking straight at me. I'm not convinced he didn't call me. Just as I know their travel through here, he must know who I am.
Instead of standing frozen still as deer often do, or jumping off in flight, he moved his head in acknowledgement as I greeted him "Good morning, angel!" There was very much an interaction between us. I loved it!
After we were certain we understood each other, he put his head down and casually started off over the rocks of the canal. I called out after him, "Thank you!"
The sun is now setting and I'm still thriving on that vibe.
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