It has been months since I’ve had a chance to get a photo of the white deer. I saw her this morning from an upstairs window. I grabbed the camera and shot the photo from the front porch. Then I dashed upstairs to get a telephoto lens. But by the time I had attached the lens, she had vanished like a ghost.
Though the local hunters are well aware of her and have pledged not to shoot her, deer season is still open. I believe it’s a standing joke in the area that she knows she’s safe here. She actually was lying down in this photo. I’m starting to suspect that she shelters under a large rock formation downhill from the abbey, sort of a tiny cave. A small stream runs past the rocks. Under that rock would make a very cozy, and rather magical, deer den.
Maybe I need a sign that says “Deer Refuge.”
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