"Your buck is back, Mama!" my son happily exclaimed as he took a break from his archery target practice in the pasture to dash to the house and share with me the exciting news.
Ooo... how lovely! My boy set up the spotting scope on our deck so we could all have a look at the wee mule deer herd that was grazing in an adjacent field, with that familiar buck in its midst.
And what a relief to see him again. I had missed him and been wondering where the deer I had kept an eye on all of last summer had been for the past month or so. So regular were his visits to our homestead that my tribe had begun calling him "Mama's buck." He is a beauty!