Early Morning

It's very early and I'm in the hot tub, watching the sun pink the sky behind the greenhouse. I see a large bird awkwardly trying to land on the edge of its roof, large wings flapping. Maybe it's the great horned owl, I think to myself. Suddenly, the wings cease their restless activity. They remain vertical and motionless. I peer intently through the window trying to discern detail and slowly, it comes into focus. It's a mule deer, staring back at me.

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