There is an old woven fence that is pushed down low enough that I can step over it and trek a little further, than I probably should~

Several times a week, I take a three mile walk and sometimes I venture where it is a little on the wild side.  There is an old woven fence that is pushed down low enough that I can step over it and trek a little further, than I probably should.  The other day, I was doing just that, when I came to the fence and was walking along it to get to where I could step over and take a little closer look-see at any possibilities.  That was when I spotted four White-tailed deer and I realized pretty quickly that I too was being observed.  It is such a great feeling being able to get closer to where they hang out and not have them just standing out on my grove, as they do after the dark of the evening~