Last night Tractor Supply had some kind of sale so we had to run back to town.
It seemed very funny. We drove to town for six bags of chicken feed. Who would ever have thought this would be our life these days!
Excuse the dirty windows in Vince’s car. I need to remember to clean the passenger side window. The sun was setting and it was so pretty. We were both watching for deer. They’re just awful right now. We see them dead along the roadsides all the time.
We made it home without seeing one, started down our driveway and a big doe came bounding across the driveway. She almost ran into us and went sailing over a low fence. Vince started driving again and probably 20 yards ahead, here came another one. Vince had to hit the brake to keep from hitting her. I’m thinking . . I believe I’d take the RTV down to the end of the driveway and start hunting from that spot.
Vince said “Those deer are probably saying . . What the heck? Those old people are never out this time of night.”
We were both laughing thinking how crazy it would be if we hit a deer in our own driveway. I’m glad we didn’t and those two does are probably glad too.