The Buck Stops Here
I have been taking our German shepherd puppy Leah into the woods in the morning and also at dusk. This walk has helped her considerably to mellow down some of her more enthusiastic characteristis.
The other morning, we came over the hill and started into the curved path to the woods. Suddenly, I see this figure ahead of us in the path, it was a young buck! I grabbed Leah’s collar and we stood there, he was eyeing us, then suddenly he put his head down, snorted and pawed the dirt. I am thinking to myself “uh oh, we are in trouble now…” He stayed there on the path, we couldn’t get around him, though I would have never tried. When I stepped back, so did he. Leah was beside herself, quivering and whining and on alert.
Then I heard crashing in the underbrush, and behind him ran this doe and her fawn. Once the woods swallowed them, he snorted, kicked his heels and took off after them. It was scary, but at the same time magical. They were here, and then they were gone.