“As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for You, O God.”
My husband built the feeders for the birds – thinking of the doves and cardinals that would rather be on a flat surface instead of hanging on a swinging feeder. But the deer and squirrels find them most convenient.
The deer over to the far right is lame. We are not sure what happened to it, but one leg hangs loosely, unable to hold weight. The joint looks as if it was either shot or attacked by an animal.
If you look closely, you can see one of my cats’ reflections in the glass as she watches the visitors intently.
© Drusilla Mott and https://highwaysandbywaysofmylife.wordpress.com, 2013