"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Monday, July 23, 2012
I saw a half-dozen bucks browsing out behind the garage early Sunday morning. All of them still had their antlers in velvet.
Though I had left the dogs inside and tried to walk slowly and calmly, these fellows didn't want to have anything to do with me. I was looking through my photo records, and I believe these are the only pictures I have of velvet antlers.