The tracks of the deer left Bottom Wood Lake Road to follow the diagonal rows through the apple orchard. I followed his trail for a while, a buck by the large, sharp, cloven hooves. What a life! Fresh fruit and grass to eat all night, a snug bed to spend the day close to his larder, I envied him. He pays no taxes, has few predators, complete freedom, and a full belly most days. It doesn’t get any better than that.
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