Yesterday evening, Christine called me out to the deck to see a doe and a yearling through the screened porch at the edge of the eastern yard. They looked at us, ears alert, and we looked back. There's something about being seen and judged by these animals that -- at this time of year -- is magical.
Come July, when they judge me as i wave at them while they eat in the garden, it's not quite as magical. Maybe it's the time of day, just as much as their activity.