The walk is nearly over. We leave the field and head back to the house.
Before leaving, we take a tour of Christa’s gardens.
“Hey! Look at this!” called young Mr. M.
Okini was hot.
To cool off, she had jumped up into the birdbath.
Well, why not?
While driving out, we passed a young buck.
I stopped the truck and was able to get a few photos before he took off.
Look at him.
His horns, now just little buttons, are starting to come in. His light-colored winter coat is shedding off in clumps…revealing the darker reddish brown he’ll wear until next winter. One thing I noticed in this photo that I’d not noticed before is how well-whiskered a deer is. Whiskers over the eyes, around the muzzle, and would you look at the big ones coming out from the lower jaw! Sensitive hairs like that could sure come in handy when moving around through brush on a dark night.
Coquina was tired and ready for supper.
Here she is, totally tuckered out, submitting to her nightly tick check.
All’s well in Coquina’s world.
And Okini’s too.