"Here mama, little rock!" I looked down at her excited face, and reached out my hand. She beamed up at me. "Mama, in pocket?"
A minute later, I crouched down to whisper in her ear. "Look, Syndil! A deer."
We watched the majestic doe as she wandered across our path, not even 15 feet away. Deer are common around here, but we have never been this close.
She stopped to consider us, then almost shrugged as she kept going.
After a few minutes, we continued our stroll. I noticed that this was a frequent deer hangout. There were quite a few patches of old deer pellets that we had to step over.
Then it hit me. "Oh, man..."
I reached in my pocket, and found Syndil's "rock."