The dog started barking as I was telling someone that we used the underground parking lot for elections but if they wanted to use it to let us know and we would make other plans. I told the dog to be quiet but it wouldn't. Eventually I realized Whip was barking and the rest of it was a dream. Not quite dawn and Whip was now growling at whatever was outside. I went to the bedroom's window. The fog was so thick I could barely see as far as the edge of the lawn. Moved to the living room windows for a better view. Even then, if the doe hadn't been in motion I wouldn't have seen her. She slowly picked her way across the lawn and chose the path to the woods. My eyes adjusted sufficiently to make out that there was another deer following her. This year's fawn? Nope - he had antlers. He also turned down the path to follow the doe into the fog. Must be the rut has begun.
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