This morning Alice jumped up on the windowsill to greet the cloudy day. She became very excited, so the keeper and I joined her. And there he was, the young buck, resting in the protection afforded by all the shrubs. He looked like he had a headache. It would be hard carrying those antlers around all day, no matter how fine they may be. Then the pounding hail came, swept along by strong winds, and he let it pound him till he was shiny. We hope he is just tough and not injured.
I love this young buck with his heavy antlers and his big headache. An apt image for male hubris? What a wonderful writer you are, Patty! Happy Sabbatical!
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