Lo and behold, a deer on Leaping Deer Lane, a rare sight just across the street, well within Kathleen’s throwing range, prancing down the street, a doe in magnificent condition. Birdie stiffened, as did her awestruck master on the other end of the leash. Silent. No camera.
And then, before it totally disappeared from view, there followed a huge buck, focused on his intended one, paying little heed to transfixed bystanders. He eventually sauntered between neighboring townhomes, and Kathleen, no longer frozen, rushed indoors for her cellphone. By now in the backyard, the buck continued its horny pursuit, his rack as big as any seen lately in these parts.
She snapped a few from long range, and we’ve blown them up here, not great wildlife photography, just undeniable evidence of a large male deer on Leaping Deer Lane.
Old Birdie took up her usual position on the couch, unimpressed, starting her morning nap.
