Here is a short story in photos
The Deer Come
The scout approaches cautiously. She sees me through the glass door but does not leave. Ever vigilant, she moves toward the food. All is well. She trusts.
She allows the young deer to come.
Another, then another warily come forward to feed.And these - well, I think they each tell a story all their own. Let me know what you think...
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