The day began with three deer in the yard, two with pretty nice racks on their heads. For 10 minutes K and I watched them do the playful headbutt thing. Just as I commented "how amazing is it to live in a place where we get to watch bucks at play in our yard," a bald eagle swooped down and strafed the field, soaring high into the tree overlooking the yard.
Tonight on the drive home from our little Rose Bowl party, a red fox stood beside the road, silently watching me pass by. It's our own little nature preserve out in the woods, and beauty added to a brand new year.
Fitting, since the only wildlife we saw at the end of the last year was the drug deal I broke up in the church parking lot last night.