On this balmy (-1°) morning in Michigan, a herd of deer try and feed. Scraping snow and looking for scraps from a harvest of corn past. They haven’t moved in 15 minutes.
I think they may be frozen…
And my dumbass sits here (posting on nostr:npub12vkcxr0luzwp8e673v29eqjhrr7p9vqq8asav85swaepclllj09sylpugg and trying to grasp all this new and wonderful awesomeness) in my blind waiting on them to travel north to put more meet in my freezers.
