Rick ran with me after work on Wednesday night. The ground was sloppy. It made slow going just from bad traction, but it was slush, not ice. I was happy to have Rick's company. It made for a fairly late supper, but I managed to get supper on the table before Rick's bedtime :)
Thursday night, was an IRS meeting. The footing was much better. Running down the hill, or maybe up, Unstrung asked if Dick had been around. Nope, not since the last time he startled at us at an IRS meeting. I think he was done with us running on his resting ground. Then, after our stream crossing, all of a sudden, Dick! And another, and another, and another. Xar exclaimed, "So many Dicks!" Back across the street, heading for the hill, we saw eyes in the brush line along the edge of the field. I think there were 6 pairs! We ran towards them. They moved off. I think at least one bounded away in deerlike fashion. Our guardian deer! It was a great night out.
It was more Dicks than a gal from a small town usually sees all at once.
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree, the footing has been ever so posh. I suppose I should stop taking this for granted at some point soon.