Coming home from the hill today, walking down the long road the way I always do, only this time in the dark, I walked between two deer at the house where I lived when I was five. Down from there, I saw the form of another deer in the road. I walked slower and as quietly as I could. I was quite near, when she startled and one (the buck?) made that sound that reminds me of a bow releasing an arrow. This one released five arrows -- or that's how it seemed -- 5 white tails flashed, 2 in one direction and 3 in another -- it's all I could see in the dark.
We left offerings up at the Ancestor's altar at the homeplace: dandelion wine, an apple cut star-wise, a bit of chocolate, and tobacco.
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