Friday, July 6, 2018

Deer of the Russian Swamp

Russian Swamp, you say?

I grew up in this area, and have returned for the summer months to care for family.

What a blessing it is to have the deer comfortable in my presence.

They come to the corner of the city, spilling out into the yard, from the Russian Swamp.

This area was named after the Abraham Seibert family, who moved here from the Ukraine in the late 1800's.  They battled many things, but loneliness took hold.  (More on this family later...)

So these deer are special to me.

They feel protected.  And they are...

This allows me to access them, and have nightly "chats", and early morning "hello's".

But lately, the doe is showing more caution.  Stomping her feet a bit.  I wonder why? didn't take long to get an answer.

She's got 2 on her tail.  Keeping up with Mama.  {One peeked in my sliding glass door...very curious.)

And soon, these will grow and continue the herd (Lord willing...) of the Russian Swamp.

Until next time...


As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for You, O God... Psalm 42