He was sauntering across the road as I executed the turn into our drive. Watching me watching him, he paused as the driver’s window rolled down and the camera’s eye targeted him. He cunningly kept to weeds in the lot next door as I slipped out my cell phoned to call the Antler Man, who was working up in the barn. I knew Tom would be excited to learn that the boys were out roaming the Cutoff. We had recently discussed the fact the neither of us had seen any bucks in a long, long while.
Tom has a bird’s-eye view of life here on the Cutoff. His own aerie on high with which to watch the world we live in.
I needed to get the perishables into the fridge, so, motored on back, took the bags out of the trunk, put food away, and then wandered out front to see what I could see.
There I was, hiding behind the cross-the-road neighbors’ tree, staring down a doe who had better things on her mind than me. My Antler Man was patiently waiting on our lawn, which I discovered as I turned around. A buck, a doe, Antler Man and Penelope Paparazzi , all coexisting here on the Cutoff. We ARE a PBS documentary.
Rutting season has commenced here on the Cutoff.