I can almost hear exclamations of “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
He is very cute, especially those little furry antlers!
He had determined it was much nicer NOT running off to be with mom, who grazed nearby on the freshest of green grass. Shade, grass, relative peace…
“Mom said so…”
He decided to go back to sleep for another hour as I puttered around on the other side of the door.
After a few days, he moved up to the barn, where he proceeded to give farmer a heart attack early one morning. Unsuspecting of any largish animals in the dark barn – 5:30 AM – suddenly there was a clattering commotion and a sudden whoosh as little buck bolted out the door, practically knocking him over.
Over several days we got used to him popping up in strange places.
Under the pickup, behind tires, underneath bushes and trees along with dogs, trees, piles of lumber and pallets, bales of hay, behind and amongst the water factory.
He was a quickly growing startle machine!
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place; from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.
Pablo Picasso
