In the past few years, I have seen quite a few deer in my backyard munching on various plants. But the summer of 2010 was the first (and only) time that I have ever seen a buck with a full set of antlers. How handsome he looked standing under the river birch tree, decorated with leafy shadows. I picked up my camera and quietly walked outside, hoping to get his photo before he ran away.
To my surprise, when the buck saw me, he just stood there unmoved by my presence. I could almost hear him thinking, “Oh…it’s that lady that I’ve heard about. She is the one who shoots deer with a camera instead of a gun. No reason to leave.”
We looked at each other for a few minutes and then he went right back to eating the clover. Even though he acted as if he was completely unconcerned, he continued to keep his head turned in my direction. I could tell that he was watching me.
Because I wanted to get a better look at his antlers, I decided to try to come a few steps closer to him. However, as soon as I started to move, he shifted his stance, raised his eyes in my direction, and I heard him thinking—“Don’t you dare come any closer.”
Respecting his unspoken wishes, I stopped my advance and stood in silence watching the speckled shadows of river birch leaves moving across his body in rhythm with the summer breeze. He stayed for a little while longer, and then he turned and wandered off into the woods—leaving me with a wonderful memory.