Run deer run

If you want to see something majestic it is a deer on the run.

Late yesterday afternoon I was communing with cows at my neighbor’s fence. We are such good friends that the animals come over and say hello when they see me. Of course, the handful of clean, green grass that one now expects – and gets – has nothing whatsoever to do with their greeting.

I had just walked away when from the left charging up the hill came a young deer.

She – for arguments sake I make the assumption – was about to box herself into a fenced corner when she leapt between two trees, ducked, and glided smoothly over the barbed wire.

Continuing up the modest hill – the cows were now watching too – and in open terrain she effortlessly floated back over the fence and continued until out of view.

That fully extended five-foot leap made a gold medal Olympic hurdler look like an also-ran.

The picture I took was with a great little Sony point-and-shoot that I just happened to have hanging from my neck at the time. The whole experience was over in seconds so I wasn’t even sure I got an image; it was just before she made the jump.

What set her off one can only guess?

I’ll find out tomorrow if deer hunting season has begun.