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My View of The Creek

My View of the Creek by Patrick Jones author The Wolf's Moon, The Linden Chronicles Book 1

We have a room  on the south side of the house we call, “The Sun Room”.

During the day, there is plenty of sunlight filtering through the four picture windows,  I do most of my writing in this place.

The thing I most like about writing here is that during those short periods that I go blank, there is a creek that runs the length of my property.

In the morning the sun lends her light, ever so softly at first, waking the birds.

I watch the red flashes of cardinals flying from their nests looking to feed.  The bluejays are not far behind.

Cardinal

The warming rays motivate the squirrels from high in the trees to the ground searching for food.

Squirrel

Soon woodland creatures are all moving looking for that tasty morsel.

One day as I sat at the keyboard working on a short story (which is taking on the life of it’s own that I cannot control) there was unusual movement along the creek.

A closer look revealed a beautiful fawn grazing.  I watched it for some time until I noticed movement just to the right.

It was another fawn.  They were twins.  The two romped and played as they ate the early acorns and fresh blades of tender grass.

Twin Deer

Quietly, I called for my wife Sandy (who is the photographer) to bring her camera.

She was stunned and happily excited to see the two small deer walking around without any worry.

Sandy started clicking the camera making it work overtime.

Then, at the same time, we both saw a doe standing close by eating fallen crab apples.

Mama Deer

I thought the fawns felt safe in the knowledge we would never allow harm to befall them.  That was not the case.  It was because their Mama held a watchful eye over them.

The animals allowed us to watch and marvel at their beauty for what seemed to be a very long time.

Soon, though, they all moved down to the creek for a cool drink of water before moving on, disappearing from sight.

Since then, only once more have they graced my view only not for as long but the memory of that morning will linger on.

Writing still stalls from time to time but who cares?

I have the creek.

Copyright (C) 2015 Patrick Jones