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This is the deer I’ve been calling “Li’l Buck.” I mentioned in the last post that he is feeling his hormones; if you look closely, you can see why. The fawns are also maturing and have lost most of their spots.
Big Mama and her twins show up for breakfast and dinner almost daily. One of her twins walks right up to me, and sometimes I wonder if it is thinking about coming on in the house. The turkeys are beginning to form flocks, and they usually show up for feeding, too.
It continues to be dry in the Hollow, although it poured in Asheville yesterday. (You can see the difference in the river in the last photo below.) We’ve had only a few small showers that helped settle the dust—briefly. Most of the drivers that see me on my ramble slow down to keep the dust down (one even stopped to apologize!), but the dust lingers in the air regardless. As in most parts of the South, the temperatures have continued to be way above average.
The persimmons are ripe, and I look for them when I pass the trees that are close to the road. I use a long stick knock the branches I can reach to see if any fall for me to eat. I pick up any I find already on the ground and take them to the turtle friend I wrote about in an earlier post. He seems to look back at me when I look for him on my way to the river, and today I was able to video hime on my way back, eating the persimmon.
I hope I’ll be able to tell you about more typical weather soon!
French Broad Hollow Ramble 