Morning Bliss

The Husband loved mornings. (We sang 'Morning Has Broken' as the last song at his memorial service.) I never have been a morning person. With my erratic sleep habits/insomnia, it just isn't something I ever considered. However, I certainly wish I was a morning person...

The other morning I went to put mail in the box before 7:00 AM. (Don't ask me what I was doing up at that time. It's better you don't know.) It is unbelievable how peaceful it is at the end of a dead end street at that time of day! And because of the peacefulness, the wildlife feels free to roam. I decided to sit on the front porch and watch what goes on when I usually am sleeping. I found out that there is A LOT of activity.

I've mentioned (many times before) that there is a lot of wildlife in the neighborhood. And I got to see quite a show. Across the street, I saw two bucks, grazing. One of them was probably born last year and it was a 4- to 6-pointer. The other one was a full 6-pointer...it looked like it probably was older, maybe by a year. These two might have been the ones I saw the evening before, but with the amount of deer we have in the neighborhood, I can't be sure. I found it fascinating to see them side-by-side, eating. Very soon, they will probably be competing for the affections of a doe, but right now, they were pals. They wandered around in the neighbor's yard for quite some time and I lost sight of them when they went behind their house. They are lucky that they are 'city deer'...they probably have a very long, healthy life ahead of them.

I almost went into the house after losing sight of the bucks, but a fawn made its way to my neighbor's front yard. It wasn't a 'newborn,' but it definitely was a late birth. It still had spots, but they weren't apparent until it got closer to me. This little one wandered all over the neighbor's front yard and then made its way across the street to my yard. It continued to look for something tasty, but didn't find a whole lot to hold its interest. It didn't make its way to my back yard, where my neighbor's apple tree is dropping its fruit...I'm sure the deer will find them very soon.

After the fawn wandered off, I sat for a bit. The birds were in full voice, filling the air with their songs. I watched two adult cottontails across the street and two young 'uns in my front yard. They leisurely had their breakfast, with no cares in the world. And why should they? The world was quiet and they were safe.