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I don’t know exactly the proper definition of “wild” life, but I just don’t think the local deer fit the criteria. It’s not that I’m surprised to see deer. I now live between the ocean surf and the wildlife reserve/state park. It would be surprising if there were none. Unexpected is the level to which these creatures are domesticated.

While house hunting, it was not unusual to have to stop for small groups of deer to clear from or traverse the road. I swear, they actually look both ways when crossing! It was winter and the bulk of the population in the area is primarily “in residence” only during the “season.” Of course the birds, deer and other wildlife spread out in the colder months.

The house closed escrow the beginning of April, so just about a month ago. It was evident immediately upon moving in the deer where not going to yield ground, even to howling doggy hysteria. Seriously, dogs don’t seem to faze them at all. Even the doe blink their big-brown, Bambi eyes and continue doing whatever they please. . . totally non-pulsed. I watched the man to the south feed the deer . . . from his hand!

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Cheeessseee

It goes without saying . . . they pose to get their picture taken. There’s no zoom on the cell phone the pics here were taken with. You just walk right up to them and say cheese. I don’t know . . . I realize I’m a girlie girl from the biggish city, but this seems pretty rad to me.

It is such a wonder to me . . . this place I get to call home.

elevation

If you don’t go after what you want,

you’ll never have it.

If you don’t ask,

the answer is always no.

If you don’t step forward,

you’re always in the same place.

– Nora Roberts

 

 

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Wrapping up the details to buy this sweet little beach house

 

I have always believed everything happens for a reason.  It is a hard credo to hold to when all you see is hurt and disappointment.  Tears seem to fall useless on the barren earth of a broken heart until the first sprout of a beautiful flower pushes its way into the light.

“When a door closes a window opens.”  I had doors slamming shut at an alarming rate, but with spring the windows are opening . . . a flower is blooming.

The moral of the story . . . don’t despair.   Just breathe and keep putting one foot in front of the other.  You can’t see around the corner if you don’t make the turn.

 

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I couldn’t have imagined I would live here

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