After just over five years of farm living, the novelty of the wildlife lives on and passes through our property has not worn off.
At sunset on the weekend, we had three deer munching in the back field, and much, much closer we had one very chill deer relaxing in the centre field.
Eventually she stood up and trotted away, white tail waving.
The whitetails were waving again on Monday morning when Baxter and I were out for our pre-dawn walk. The white was all we could see as four deer headed away from us through the dark field.
They keep coming back, though, and have been in the back field each evening so far this week. And it’s still exciting every time.