Bing and I were out in the back yard this morning bringing all the flower pots out again from the shed where we had been keeping them during the cold spell (cold spell meaning that we went from temps in the 70's to a 10 degree polar plunge with snow for nearly two weeks!)
Suddenly, she grabbed both of my hands.
"Good hell," she muttered. "Turn around very, very slowly. Don't make a sound."
I was petrified, but I did it.
And there, standing in our side yard, were FIVE gorgeous deer. Not big, not little. Probably teenaged deer out on a lark. They were all standing motionless looking at us.
For maybe a minute, we all stood warily staring at each other. None of us moved or made a sound. Then, as if in a pre-arranged dance, the deer jumped lightly over our fence into our back yard...so quietly that you couldn't even hear their hooves hit the ground. And then, they all loped in this unbearably beautiful dance across our yard and jumped our back fence into our neighbor's yard. They loped through his yard and on and on through the rest of the yards, mostly fenced like ours, leaping gracefully over each set of fences effortlessly.
And then they were gone.
Bing and I just stared at each other for a moment and then smiled.
We both said it at the same time: WOW!
Later, we figured out that they must have been heading for the small creek in a park that is about a mile away. But, how on earth did they get to our house? We live on a fairly busy street in a medium sized city. We sometimes see woodchucks or raccoons. I saw a bushy tailed red fox once. The area where we live is older with lots of trees and big back yards, but it is hardly rural.
They were so beautiful. They were so very beautiful. I keep remembering how they all seemed to move in unison and with such exquisite grace.