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Cavorting Crew

3/24/2015

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Last night at dusk we saw something new. A doe and last year’s doe fawn were eating in our yard. The young one loves the deer resistant plants I have planted. This particular doe and doeling are quite easily deer in our area. The doe usually has claimed the property next door as hers, and usually has only distinguished from others. The doeling has some light streaks on her sides that sets her apart from other one fawn.

The two of them drifted to the top area of our yard, up near the driveway, but they both stood watching down where they had come. I wondered what they were looking at. As I looked, another deer appeared out of the woods and then another and then another. Now there were five deer in our yard, and they were watching each other.  The new deer are the doe and her two fawns from last year. They have been grazing and tiptoeing around our house a lot lately.

The second doe and her two doelings advanced toward the original two. When they got about 10 feet from the two, the two stepped forward, and the two older does sniffed each other. Then the first doe put her hoof up and touched the second doe on the shoulder. That started a chain reaction. The two younger members of the second herd began leaping like young fawns, and chasing each other, cavorting every which way. The big doe also ran with them and they raced up and down the lawn and into and out of the woods multiple times.

The two original ones watched and nibbled on the red huckleberry plant near the driveway.

They raced off away from the house and we thought it was the end. An hour later, the three were back, still cavorting around. By this time it was almost dark and we couldn’t see where they went.  I will remember this experience and it will find it into my writings somewhere sometime.

Until then, enjoy seeing everything you can. Remember, you are never too old to go cavorting around.

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The Trillium

3/17/2015

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Yesterday’s find of a trillium in bloom and a bunch of yellow violets reminded me of the woods that I love. When I was a child, our family used to go hiking in the William O Douglas Wilderness Area, before it was designated that. Much of it was well known to me, so much so that I could go cross country and pretty much get where I was going without a compass or a map, although I had those along.

My parents had a curiosity that I have acquired, wanting to know the name of each flower, tree and bird, and how they fit into the general scheme of things. I have been privileged to watch deer chew their cud, squirrels chase and eat, snakes drink from a droplet on a leaf, and frogs turn from tadpoles into frogs. Right now the Bald Eagles have hatched a young chick that is flying about with them. I hear them call to each other as they fly.  In the woods the hummingbirds are busy fighting over the feeder, and the tiny warblers singing for the joy of singing.

I have written about them and the places they live in my book Crossing The Raging River, and am now watching as Ashley, a New York native sees it for the first time as she moves to Washington State to be near her brother Ben that you have met in Crossing the Raging River. I have not named this sequel yet, but it is sure to have an interesting title. 

Ashley is becoming a real character as she experiences the forest and all of the scenery therein for the first time. It’s harder for her as she isn’t a forester. She’s a girly girl architect with a fierce independence and a habit of not telling the whole truth. That seems to get her into a few predicaments that it is hard to talk her way out of. Will she ever learn? I don’t know. Will she ever find the perfect groom out here in this wilderness? Maybe. When and how will Ben find out? That remains to be seen.

For now, enjoy Crossing the Raging River, available on Amazon, and know that Ashley Martin will make her appearance by fall.

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3/5/2015

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    Gwen Kruger, author, writer, crazy person.  I love writing, the outdoors, and my husband, although not necessarily in that order. 

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