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What the Buck?!?

Today I was going about work as normal and I had to run to the building next door to deliver some papers. As I was coming back to the other building I heard this weird click-clack sound on the pavement. I looked up, and what to my wonderous eyes did appear? A 4-point buck! He was just strolling along, crossing between our buildings, then crossed the road and continued down on his merry way.

I wasn't sure I really saw it happen, but I did! I've heard rumor that our building is prone to animal visitors, especially during the winter, but I didn't think I'd ever experience it for myself. I think this is an omen to a good weekend!

Comments

Stacy and Tay said…
I think I'd be scared that he would charge at me, but that's NEAT, especially since I work next door to you. I'm definitely going to keep my eyes out for big bucks cuz the craziest wildlife I've seen around there so far is a squirrel.
November 21, 2008 at 8:50 PM
Haley said…
Is it coincidence that "buck" and "luck" rhyme? I think not!

...Let us not venture to explore the other words that also rhyme. Just let it be.
November 21, 2008 at 11:05 PM
kristin said…
Did you at least try to shoot it? I mean, when it wanders so willingly into your hands it's like its begging to become your next batch of homemade jerky!
November 24, 2008 at 7:25 AM
Mick and Tiff said…
When are we going to read an update? What the BUCK?

do you know if shanna had her baby?
December 15, 2008 at 7:08 PM
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