Won't you be my neighbor

 

 

This is the time of year when deer cut their youngsters loose-- goodbye, good luck to ya. 

Depending on the weather, about half of mule deer fawns survive their first winter. A couple of clueless weanlings have been hanging around the riverfront and sleeping in the cool yard. They look pretty scrawny, and I tossed them a yummy Safeway Everything Cracker (yes feeding deer is illegal) but probably the best thing they will ever taste. And the cracker lady is going back to Seattle tomorrow. 

One of the simple pleasures here is seeing nature unfold, season by season. The turkey poults, now nearly full grown and acting like teenagers pestering and chattering at each other. I'm always amazed how many of those spring fluff balls survive into fall. Well, turkeys have it down:

"Turkeys have been around for millions of years with the earliest turkey-like ancestors appearing about 23-15 million years ago during the early Miocene epoch." (Thank you, AI.)

Everything must change, nothing stays the same, the young become the old, miracles unfold... 

Lyrics that come to mind from a lovely song, especially sung by Karen Alison.