Thoughts on the mountains, lakes, people, plants, animals and everyday life here in the North Country.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Flags are Flying!...
When I was growing up, my father was a deer hunter. I listened to many stories of hunts and he always referred to the white tail on a deer as a "flag." This morning on my way to work I spotted three deer in a grassy field. Can you see them?
As I pulled to the side of the road and got my camera ready off they went,... flags flying!