I had an armful of lumber, a mind on other things and would have walked into a doe had she not snorted to get my attention.
When I looked up, there she was right in my face, so close I saw my reflection in her eyes. We stood there for a moment then she stepped back so I could take a better look at her.
Let me repeat that.
She stepped back so I could admire her.
For good reason. She was an exception beauty. She was tall, taller than me, with a long graceful neck, slender legs and a coat glistening in the full color of summer.
What a magnificent creature!
“What are you building?” she asked.
At the end of the path, I had cleared ground to lay down the foundation for a hut, a place where I could write. I told her that.
“A hut, huh?”
“Yup," I said.
She stepped close enough to feel the warmth of her breath. It smelled of leaves, sap and living in the wild.
“Let me guess," she said, "you will decorate it with log furniture, Navajo rugs, and... ANTLER INCIDENTALS!”
Gulp. I inched toward an ash tree, hoping to put it between us. She countered the move. Fumbling for words, I told her I hadn't thought about decorating.
She bristled, darkening the fur on her neck, and curled her upper lip. “I wouldn't mind if you did,” she said.
“Nail a pair of antlers to your wall.”
Realizing that the conversation was taking an unexpected turn, I asked. “Any particular set come to mind?”
Behind her a fawn wobbled on over-sized legs. It stepped gingerly onto the gravel path and nosed toward her flanks. She flicked it away with a side kick. Undeterred it came at her again. This time, the kick landed with good firm whack, sending the fawn sprawling back into the weeds.
“It wouldn't kill him to be a father for a day,” she said. “He's been avoiding me since November.”
“At least for the fawns sake,” she added, “I need a break.”
A rustle of leaves caught her attention.
“DUDDERS!!” She bleated, “LEAVES OF THREE - LET THEM BE!!”
Another fawn peaked out between the bushes.
“Meet Dudders,” she said, “he's been eating poison ivy again.”
I laughed. “Maybe, you should let him learn the hard way.”
She bristled with annoyance. “Typical male,” she said, “he's still nursing. Think about it.”
That was not something I wanted to contemplate.
“He never calls, he never stops by, he only thinks of himself. But come November we all know what he wants - and what do I get?”
“Gosh,” I said.
“Another year of this,” she said - then without looking toward the bushes, she bleated, “DUDDERS!! GET OUT OF THERE!”
The fawn scampered onto the path to join his sister. A moment later, he head-butted her and the two of them tussled into the bushes.
The doe slowly shook her head in exasperation.
In conversations like this, it is always best just to listen - but knowing what to do is a long way from doing what you know you should. Already regretting what I was going to say, I said, “Maybe you should stay clear of the rut this year.”
Her ears flattened like an angry cat. Her eyes grew large and she snorted a warning to her fawns that she was leaving. Apparently, I had offended her, deeply.
As they faded into a thicket, I couldn't help but admire what a stunning beauty she was. But then, that was the point. What was the use of being beautiful if you couldn't enjoy the attention?
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- Tell us what your dog is thinking.
- Summarize the on-going negotiations between blue-jays and squirrels.
- Let's hear the mosquitoe's side of the story.
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