Wish you were here, because then maybe you'd take a lookout shift at
the kitchen window. I've seen the albino deer in my side yard twice,
but both times at dusk, so in the pictures I got, she looks like a
ghost. If you keep watch, I can be on the porch, ready with my camera.
Help yourself to anything in the fridge, of course (there's pickles,
maybe), and be warned that when there's someone in the kitchen, the
cats will beg. Treats are in the cupboard over the stove, but tell the
fat one to get back outside, because he and the deer seem to have some
sort of nervous friendship, and I don't know if she'll show herself if
it looks like he's not there to meet her.
I'm hoping between the two of us, we can spot her before the snow
begins in earnest. When it does, the fat cat won't be allowed outside
anymore, and any picture of the deer will be white on white. No one
will believe she was ever here.
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Read JH's story, "Big Boy Graveyard, Marquette, Michigan."
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