Awaiting the deer
I love my weight fluffy downfield coat. It is my winter camouflage coat. There's a reason for that, being able to watch the wildlife, without them being curious what I am.
The light was still dim. I walked over to the Hamic through the deep snow. There was a bit of snow in it, so I rotated it and shook it out. There was a little bit of ice stuck to the ham, which was dirty from the leaves, which I had shaking out a few weeks ago. The leaves still lay on the ground under the end of the Hamic. I was surprised they were covered with snow, but I guess the snow that would've covered them was in the ham or had been.
I got settled after changing the height of the Hamic so that it was rather even. I put my hands in my pockets kept my knees together so that my boots and dress would keep me warm. I had to adjust the top of my coat I zipped it up to my neck, but my face was cold, so I zipped it up all the way. I rested like that for a moment, but then realized I was having a hard time breathing. It wouldn't do for me to have to shift position while deer were inspecting me in the distance. So I unzipped the coat a couple of inches. I felt okay, this was going to work. I pulled the top of my hood down over the top of my face, keeping any snow that might fall off my face.
It was snowing already, small tiny flakes. When I had walked around the side of the house enjoying the warmer temperature, I had noticed The air felt moist on my face. I could see a bit of moisture in the air, and thought it was probably quite mild outside. I have stop by the thermometer to make sure, to find it was about -10 Celsius.
I lay in the hammock in the dim lightAnd watched as it became brighter. Snow began to fall, and I started to notice my toes. Parts of my back or getting cold, as well as my big toes and my nose.
I heard a car, and then another. There were no birds anywhere. I wondered about this time of year in other seasons, where we would hear the early-morning chorus.
From the depths of Cedar HillSide, fluid chickadee. The first one of the morning. I often wondered where they lived at night, so here was my answer, in the thickness of the woods.
As I lay still, I watched as one after Another chickadee arrived into corner Cedar. I counted eight of them, before the first Bluejay arrived. I was surprised that six bridges came. They eat stove down onto the Deerfeed in the black bowls. I Thought about Blue Jays, how they hog birdfeeder, shake some flower seeds to the ground, and make a big mess. I thought about how nice it was for them, to have all this Deerfield. One black squirrel ran up the tree. I thought that the Blue Jays would squawk if they saw a squirrel, but most importantly, if they discovered me.
I've made for a very very long time probably almost an hour, as my back started to freeze, my toes Became numb, and I thought about going to the house. I know, there was a lot of traffic on the road, and the morning by it was complete. It was snowing hard with these two many flakes, The kind that accumulate in no time.
I decided to stretch my head, not having heard any sign of the deer come. But when I did, as good as a filter on my neck, I heardSnort, and one sound of a hoot.
So I had messed it up. Finally the Deerhead start to come, but in my impatience, having figured they were done for the morning, I have startled away Exactly what I have come here to watch.
I lay Stockstill again. I was amazed that I hadn't heard any sounds of the deer arriving. Even walking through snow makes noise. But I guess the steer didn't make any
Whenever I considered going back into the house, that the deer were going to come, I didn't dare move, in case there were deer close by and I scared them away. I worried that if they saw a camouflage person here by the house., It would scare them from coming back here. So I just kept for boxing, motionless, waiting for any sign of the deer.
Finally, in spite of the deer that I may scare way, I carefully got up out of the Hamic. That in itself was a long job, as I had to position my feet just right in the deep snow, and as I was on a hillside, I had to reach for the tree at the end of the Hamic, and pull my Self up. As I walked away from my Hamic, I turned and looked around. There was no sign that anything had changed, in spite of the time when I felt that there were many deer close by me. None have come up on the top of the hill, and only one had made a noise. I was amazed as I reflected, thatThat one gearhead come so close to me without my hearing it at all. I thought that I would've heard them at least a little bit.
As I had laying there I had thought about the sounds and smells. I had wondered that the Blue Jays hadn't squawked at my presence. I wondered if they squawked at theDear. But they hadn't made any sound. They had just visited themselves with the feed in the balls.
It was 830 when I got back in the house. So I had been out there for quite a while. I got backInto bed under the covers, with all my clothes on. It felt good to get warm again. My toes took no time to warm up. My skirt was a bit damp but not much, and just at the ham. Part of my back has been very frozen, so lying in bed was a goodThing to do.
As I look back on my experience, I can only be grateful that I took the time to do this. I had thought about all the people that hide waiting for deer, those who hunt them, those who photograph them, and me just someone who wants to watch.
There was a photographer I met once who told of the amount of time that you spent motionless waiting for a coyote or fox. As I remembered that, noting my frozen body and my toes, I had more appreciation for what they had done, in order for us to have these photos of animals in the wild in the snow.
I also realize that my outdoor dear camera was probably in the clock in the dresser drawer. One of these cords will probably work for. The other one broke, which is why I stopped using that camera.
The light was still dim. I walked over to the Hamic through the deep snow. There was a bit of snow in it, so I rotated it and shook it out. There was a little bit of ice stuck to the ham, which was dirty from the leaves, which I had shaking out a few weeks ago. The leaves still lay on the ground under the end of the Hamic. I was surprised they were covered with snow, but I guess the snow that would've covered them was in the ham or had been.
I got settled after changing the height of the Hamic so that it was rather even. I put my hands in my pockets kept my knees together so that my boots and dress would keep me warm. I had to adjust the top of my coat I zipped it up to my neck, but my face was cold, so I zipped it up all the way. I rested like that for a moment, but then realized I was having a hard time breathing. It wouldn't do for me to have to shift position while deer were inspecting me in the distance. So I unzipped the coat a couple of inches. I felt okay, this was going to work. I pulled the top of my hood down over the top of my face, keeping any snow that might fall off my face.
It was snowing already, small tiny flakes. When I had walked around the side of the house enjoying the warmer temperature, I had noticed The air felt moist on my face. I could see a bit of moisture in the air, and thought it was probably quite mild outside. I have stop by the thermometer to make sure, to find it was about -10 Celsius.
I lay in the hammock in the dim lightAnd watched as it became brighter. Snow began to fall, and I started to notice my toes. Parts of my back or getting cold, as well as my big toes and my nose.
I heard a car, and then another. There were no birds anywhere. I wondered about this time of year in other seasons, where we would hear the early-morning chorus.
From the depths of Cedar HillSide, fluid chickadee. The first one of the morning. I often wondered where they lived at night, so here was my answer, in the thickness of the woods.
As I lay still, I watched as one after Another chickadee arrived into corner Cedar. I counted eight of them, before the first Bluejay arrived. I was surprised that six bridges came. They eat stove down onto the Deerfeed in the black bowls. I Thought about Blue Jays, how they hog birdfeeder, shake some flower seeds to the ground, and make a big mess. I thought about how nice it was for them, to have all this Deerfield. One black squirrel ran up the tree. I thought that the Blue Jays would squawk if they saw a squirrel, but most importantly, if they discovered me.
I've made for a very very long time probably almost an hour, as my back started to freeze, my toes Became numb, and I thought about going to the house. I know, there was a lot of traffic on the road, and the morning by it was complete. It was snowing hard with these two many flakes, The kind that accumulate in no time.
I decided to stretch my head, not having heard any sign of the deer come. But when I did, as good as a filter on my neck, I heardSnort, and one sound of a hoot.
So I had messed it up. Finally the Deerhead start to come, but in my impatience, having figured they were done for the morning, I have startled away Exactly what I have come here to watch.
I lay Stockstill again. I was amazed that I hadn't heard any sounds of the deer arriving. Even walking through snow makes noise. But I guess the steer didn't make any
Whenever I considered going back into the house, that the deer were going to come, I didn't dare move, in case there were deer close by and I scared them away. I worried that if they saw a camouflage person here by the house., It would scare them from coming back here. So I just kept for boxing, motionless, waiting for any sign of the deer.
Finally, in spite of the deer that I may scare way, I carefully got up out of the Hamic. That in itself was a long job, as I had to position my feet just right in the deep snow, and as I was on a hillside, I had to reach for the tree at the end of the Hamic, and pull my Self up. As I walked away from my Hamic, I turned and looked around. There was no sign that anything had changed, in spite of the time when I felt that there were many deer close by me. None have come up on the top of the hill, and only one had made a noise. I was amazed as I reflected, thatThat one gearhead come so close to me without my hearing it at all. I thought that I would've heard them at least a little bit.
As I had laying there I had thought about the sounds and smells. I had wondered that the Blue Jays hadn't squawked at my presence. I wondered if they squawked at theDear. But they hadn't made any sound. They had just visited themselves with the feed in the balls.
It was 830 when I got back in the house. So I had been out there for quite a while. I got backInto bed under the covers, with all my clothes on. It felt good to get warm again. My toes took no time to warm up. My skirt was a bit damp but not much, and just at the ham. Part of my back has been very frozen, so lying in bed was a goodThing to do.
As I look back on my experience, I can only be grateful that I took the time to do this. I had thought about all the people that hide waiting for deer, those who hunt them, those who photograph them, and me just someone who wants to watch.
There was a photographer I met once who told of the amount of time that you spent motionless waiting for a coyote or fox. As I remembered that, noting my frozen body and my toes, I had more appreciation for what they had done, in order for us to have these photos of animals in the wild in the snow.
I also realize that my outdoor dear camera was probably in the clock in the dresser drawer. One of these cords will probably work for. The other one broke, which is why I stopped using that camera.