Friday, October 07, 2011



 I went for a walk in the marsh last evening to see how the colors are coming.  As I entered a clearing just behind the barn, I found this young whitetail deer, grazing across the stream about twenty feet or so away from me.  It was old enough to have lost its fawn spots, but not fully grown.  We watched one another for several minutes while I snapped pictures as quietly and calmly as I could.  I was able to take several small, slow steps toward it, but finally got too close for its comfort, and it turned to run away.  It slipped in the damp grass and fell, hard, but soon gathered itself and disappeared into the woods.


Some early fall color in the marsh:

Wild grapes

Rose hips

Frankly, scarlet