Just past the grain bins and the spot where the fuel tanks used to sit, about a hundred yards beyond the line where a barbed wire fence may or may not still stand in places marking the property line between us and our neighbors, there is a deer trail. It generally follows the run of the fire break gouged into the earth some years ago and, to be honest, I couldn’t tell you which was there first. Did the deer adopt the fire break or did the folks on the big yellow earth-moving equipment just follow the winding path beaten down by generations of deer?
Close encounters of the cervine kind


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