Long Shot

A year ago, all bets were off on whether this black-tailed buck would survive through the winter—his right foreleg appeared to be badly broken. When I didn’t see him after late November I expected the worst, but soon after the snow had melted from a nasty March storm, and much to my amazement, he reappeared, walking on the injured leg. The limp was obvious, but . . . he was healing. 

As autumn circles around again, “Bucky” is a healthy and handsome forked-horn—only the knobby shape of his knee betrays the severe injury he overcame. Barring further accidents, his antlers will continue to branch over the next few years, to three or even four points. 

The visible world is a daily miracle, for those who have eyes and ears. ― Edith Wharton

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