This evening, while I was on my walk, I suddenly had the feeling that I was being watched. I looked up into a front yard on the high side of the street, and there was a doe staring at me. I managed to take a picture, but the light was fading quickly, and she was about 90 feet away, so I don't know if it will turn out well. Then, I noticed a second doe several feet away from the first. I snapped a picture of her, too, before they both moved into the deeper shadows under the trees. This time of year, the deer come into town more often. The summer roses are in bloom, and the pansies, and apples are ripe on many trees. Acorns are beginning to fall from the oaks in ever larger numbers. The town has become a giant banqueting hall for the deer. I might have many more chances for pictures, although they are shy and elusive animals. It would be better if I had a camera with a telephoto lens.
There was something else I was going to say, but I'm getting punchy from lack of sleep, and it has slipped my mind. Oh, well. My brain is bound to churn up still more stuff tomorrow. Mmm, much cooler tonight. I'll go out and take one last look at Orion before the sky grows pale, and then go to sleep.