The deer must realize that hunting season is over... seven of them came out to graze before nightfall. The barren trees look so cold and lifeless... can't wait until these short, cold days give way to spring.
What beautiful country you live in — love the rolling hills, the pines and deciduous trees, and of course the deer. I'm so glad hunting season is over. There's a big buck we often see on a back road route to town that we were so afraid would fall victim to an arrow or bullet, but we've seen him twice now and are greatly relieved.
