I stopped weed eating for a moment and look back at where I was, and heard a rustling the grass and a bounding.
I looked back and saw a deer with a large white tail was running away from where the canoe was up on the bank of the stream.
I suppose it had been quite surprised that there was now a trail and that things had changed.
I guess she came to have some thing to drink from the stream, I wonder what that would’ve been, oh water. LOL. But the boat had been turned over and so was not in the same space. I was surprised that she had waited until they got there before she ran away, usually they hear you coming far away and are out.I wondered if it’s the same ginger dear I have been seeing in other places lately.