I've got a strange feeling that someone's looking at me...

                                 

Friday mornings have become special to Harley and me. Today I packed her into the Jeep and we headed to Valle Crucis Park for a walk. On our way there, this is what I saw in my rearview mirror.
It has turned cold. Yesterday I went to Walmart to buy warm socks and those little insta-hand warmers that are  dandy for keeping my fingers and extra camera batteries toasty. The busiest place in Walmart was the hunting section. Somehow I resisted the urge to buy a pair of camouflage longjohns. But I don't know, I may go back and buy them because today those longjohns are still calling my name. I just never know when I will be out and about and may just want to blend in...

On our way back home, Harley and I saw this looking at us:

The three of us just stared at each other for a good minute. This buck is very lucky that I carry a camera instead of a gun. After I captured his image, I whispered a promise to him that I would never ever tell all those hunters in Walmart of his existence.