I slipped on shoes (no socks) and a lined denim shirt (over my nightgown), grabbed my camera and ran outside this morning as Michael went out with a thermos full of coffee and his dog for a little fishing. It was a little frosty, but I didn't really notice 'til I got back inside. Then, I stood at the patio door with my own cup of coffee and watched a young buck travel east through the front yard, crossing paths with a glorious red fox heading west. Pretty neat.
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