First, let me apologize for not adding to my blog sooner but
I just wasn’t sure what to write about. Then last night Ken said to me “Why
don’t you tell the story about the deer?”
“That’s a great idea.” I said to him. “I was going to write
about our Christmas and New Year’s but everyone does that.”
The Monday morning before Christmas, I was sound asleep in
my cozy, comfy, warm bed when all of a sudden I was awakened by a screeching
sound coming from Ken. I immediately jumped out of bed to see what was
happening. It was 6:30 am and Ken was heading out the front door to go to work.
It was of course dark outside so he switched on the lights and low and behold
he caught something out of the corner of his eye. As he looked over to the
right, he saw two coyotes running out of our yard. They ran down the driveway,
across the street and up the hill. It scared the, you know what out of him.
Upon further investigation, he saw a rather large deer lying down under our
living room window; approximately fifteen feet away.
