Really. Beautiful. Sky pink and purple and turquoise. The bay rippling, slowly. A slight chill in the air; yet a few mosquitos still taking a chance at a last meal. On heron, stilt-like, in the water: a cat guarding the pathway.
Bella sat and let the three baby deer walk down the street ahead of us. I laughed out loud when the smallest hopped off: three small steps, and then a HUGE jump, three times higher than his head... the patter repeated all the way around to the corner with Lincoln, where he peeped back at us from the safety of the undergrowth. Step, step, step, JUMP... step, step, step, JUMP. It was like seeing the Roadrunner cartoon, transformed into a real live baby deer.
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