The Morning Porch

September 11, 2010 by Dave Bonta

I hear it before I see it through the trees, crackling and popping in the tinder-dry sticks and leaf litter: a small herd of deer.

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Mike B.

September 11, 2010 at 11:51 am

I love the thrill of hearing “crackling and popping” and realizing that something is stirring. Until you know what it is, it can still be anything.

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