Time in the creek is a reward normally squeezed in at the end of the day. Showing up after morning coffee instead reveals a different world. In the early quiet, the deer are sleepy after a full night of foraging, and have let their guard down. They don't notice me until I'm close enough to make eye contact. Then, with a flash of white and a crash of leaves and twigs, they are gone.
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