I had come across his path several times recently, on my way to the farm stand or the vegetable garden.
On this particular occasion, our eyes locked and we each stood our ground. Finally, I asked him what his name is and he replied “Noble.” I had no reason not to believe this was truth.
It is dark out, the sun has not come up yet. Rain, loud on the tin roof. Glorious, drenching heavy rain. Desperately needed rain. The perfect sleeping weather, alas I was wide awake by 3 am and by 4, decided I could no longer stay in bed.
I watched It’s a wonderful life this morning. It remains on my recorded list year-round.
Hiding behind the zebra grass between the grape arbor, or standing under the pear tree eating to his stomachs content. Grazing among the sweet annie or chomping on the wildflowers.
He has warty growths, or fibromas appear as firm, round, nodular, hairless, pigmented skin abnormalities adhered to or incorporated within the skin of deer. The masses occur most frequently around the eyes, mouth, face, neck, and forelimbs, and may appear as a single mass or numerous growths. The tumors are typically small (less than 5 inches across), dark brown or black in color, and their surface may be abraded or bleeding and in some case infected. Most often, fibromas occur in deer less than 2 years of age, with a higher incidence of disease in bucks. in most cases not considered a health threat.
Young and yet full of grace and his name seems fitting.
I had some concern that he was always alone, but last night as I walked out to the farm stand there he was with 10 of his best friends.
Isn’t he Noble?
Rain is steady and daylight is just beging to make an appearance.
Yesterday, I dyed my hair purple. Today I will…