When the cold rolls into town I often wonder how these splendid
four-leg creatures survive what lies ahead.
Living where we do, the pressure to make it until next spring mounts on the Whitetail deer, with every passing day. The deer are prized in this region, as hunters enter the woods in mid-November with bows in hand looking to fill their freezers with venison and mount their heads on their walls. The bow season is followed by gun season which lasts through December.
If they make it this far, the next test of their perseverance comes as temps continue to plummet into single digits.
The cold weather brings along with it a lack of food.
As they trudge through the snow their exhaustion is palpable.
The yearlings find it more difficult to get around, than their mothers.
Many of them will not make it through the long cold winters.
As the deer look for food, they exit the cover of the woodlands and graze the open fields partially covered in snow.
They are wary, with eyes wide open and ears pointed to the sky,
they are on full alert.
Water that once cascaded from the fissures of the rock-faced mountains has now turned to solid ice, no longer providing them with fresh water that pooled at their base.
As we sit in our comfortable homes sipping on warm beverages,
the White-tailed deer fight the elements,
striving to see another sunrise.
four-leg creatures survive what lies ahead.
Living where we do, the pressure to make it until next spring mounts on the Whitetail deer, with every passing day. The deer are prized in this region, as hunters enter the woods in mid-November with bows in hand looking to fill their freezers with venison and mount their heads on their walls. The bow season is followed by gun season which lasts through December.
If they make it this far, the next test of their perseverance comes as temps continue to plummet into single digits.
The cold weather brings along with it a lack of food.
As they trudge through the snow their exhaustion is palpable.
The yearlings find it more difficult to get around, than their mothers.
Many of them will not make it through the long cold winters.
As the deer look for food, they exit the cover of the woodlands and graze the open fields partially covered in snow.
They are wary, with eyes wide open and ears pointed to the sky,
they are on full alert.
Water that once cascaded from the fissures of the rock-faced mountains has now turned to solid ice, no longer providing them with fresh water that pooled at their base.
As we sit in our comfortable homes sipping on warm beverages,
the White-tailed deer fight the elements,
striving to see another sunrise.
