Zina was washing dishes this evening and looked out into the wheat field and thought she saw our dog. She couldn’t figure out why she would be so far away from the house when she almost never ventures too far away. She got out the spotting scope and asked me if it could be a deer. Close. Antelope. We get them with fair frequency out here. He/she was just out for some evening snacking. From our deck, it didn’t even care if we existed.
This is about an eighth of a mile away.