As I was wrapping up yesterday’s post, I caught a flash of rapid movement out of the corner of my eye. A huge buck came crashing through the backyard right below my porch window, paused at the top of the hill that leads into the neighbor’s yard and then trotted through it and up into the woods. Not great for photographing this superb specimen of male-ness. But here he is, in all this studly glory.
I think this is about the time that bucks drop their antlers, and I would love to find this rack somewhere in the wetland behind the backyard.