Joanie Ames

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It’s evening time and the deer family awaits me. I carry their food to the circle of hoof prints Lying at the foot of Thunder Hill.

 

 

 
It’s evening time and the deer family awaits me. I carry their food to the circle of hoof prints Lying at the foot of Thunder Hill.
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With the snowfall on the night of Jan. 21, I was a bit slow getting out to feed Thunder the next morning. I had defrosted the hummingbird feeder first and fed and watered the ducks when I looked up to see a huge black boar heading toward the beach right into the force of the frigid wind. Thunder was out of his pen again! Grabbing a pot that held the remains of my chicken soup from the night before, I ran out calling his name. The wind off the water, even though warmer than inland air, had stopped him in his tracks.
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