Kickin' back, musing, observing, and gathering inspiration from the hills of East Tennessee.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Every evening at about 6:00, my DH puts out sweet feed for the deer and cat food for the fox/raccoon/cat/skunk/possum/whatever else might wander by. There is one doe that eats the cat food! The deer know when it is "feeding time" and they come around and watch for him, then hang around close while he's putting it down. When he's done, they come running up to the food. We are sure the deer aren't as friendly with people other than right here and right at feeding time because we've seen them in our woods and they run away.
Rabbits cookin' coffee -- that's what the locals call it. But here in this little hollow in East Tennessee, when the hills surrender their misty hostage to reveal the stalwart cedars growing by the stream in our pasture, I know there is no place on earth I would rather be. The welcome mat is out! Come and sit on the porch and chat with me awhile!