“Not clouded by … unnecessary things”…

Wu-men’s words meet Little Crum Creek — what then?

“This is the best season of your life.”

This is the season…

This is…

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*Quoted verse from Wu-men Huikai, “[Ten thousand flowers in spring]”.

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Summer felt

Here’s how it looks

to reason with the bucks

about eating from a garden.

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Another summer’s fawn

On the slim margin of Little Crum Creek, few moments, though tender, can be private.

Like last year’s fawn, this summer’s newborn deer waits patiently on a hill under maple shade and weed, occasionally roaming to browse, until momma returns for a suckle and nuzzle in the surrounding sound of cicada songs.

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Yep, the buck stops here too

No doubt sensing the frequent presence of our doe and fawns, a solitary white-tailed buck of November’s rut cruises Little Crum Creek, resting many a morning hour in their well-worn spot.

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What ever happened to the fawn ?

By fall, spring’s fawn has well outgrown her coat’s white dots.
But, rarely far from mom and sibling, she still often wears her share of the family’s spot in the sun.

 

Newborn fawn

Small enough to hold in your arms, and barely strong enough to walk, this newborn fawn spent several hours a day recently resting on a bed of leaves … its solicitous mother occasionally emerging from the knotweed.

 

Look who stopped by…

 A white-tailed deer doe in the mat of multiflora rose.

 

Tracking

  Tracks provide impressions of a presence, in shapes of absence.

  We have not seen the deer in months, and we know they are near.

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