Right in the center of this picture, you can see a doe. There are more, but they blend right in with
the fawn colored prairie grass... Winter brings the deer back to Prairie Hill in the early mornings.
In dark of morning I can also hear an owl hoot and last night coyotes yipped on the hill.
They sounded so close that I was a little afraid to let Zody out for his last call.
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I have something very unpleasant to deal with - I've not even processed it yet.
You know when you're in the middle of the storm swirling - nothing is settled.
Greg is well. Zody is well. It's me standing in the need of prayer.