Country life at 7,000 feet
This is the deer path across our field today, and 21 days ago.
The snow isn’t so deep anymore, but everyone sticks to the paths because it takes less energy.
They’re just as strict about using paths in the forest.
Here’s a place where the deer path going up the hill intersects the deer path going across the hill. See the X?
A young male pauses at the edge of the field before going down the deer path. He doesn’t see that another male has started down the same path going the other way.
Once they see each other, it’s too late to back down.
They can’t resist a good antler shove, seeing as they’re guys and all. The loser goes around
stepping high through the deep snow and continues on his way. And the larger male reconsiders and follows the smaller guy out.
I whistle: Hey you guys, give me a better shot than your hind ends
And the deer says, Just ignore her; she’s been taking pictures for months. Sorry for making you jump into the snow and all… did you notice how big my antlers are getting? Wish I could find some shrubbery.
In some ways, time is flexible: my week is like a month to a teen, or a year to a toddler. But photographs tell a different story. Each photo is marked with a date, and these pairs of photos show one week, two weeks, three weeks and four weeks. Today we start with a time span of one week.
One day, this deer had a horrible scrape. Seven days later,
the wound is healing well, and she is very alert. I thought she might be undermined by that scrape, but after a week it’s clear that she’s doing fine.
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