Story by: Janice Gillett

This morning I stepped into my rubber boots as Winter is approaching, and the land is saturated from Fall rain. Winnie and Casa have already been out and are back in under their covers. The wind is stripping the tree's of fall leaves and I can hear her rushing. Beckoning those who are still here to fly to warmer pastures. My young dog Buddy and I set out down the path towards the barn to let out the horse's. Be still , as I see the deer have graced the sanctuary with their presence. I whisper strong urges to the young dog, who with every hair on his body wants to run but, he too stops and watches. I wrap myself around his body and steer him with my arms. We turned around from our journey to give the deer the same peace they bring while they have there breakfast. Our wind, she scattered leaves and tiny crab apples from branches. That until now only the birds and the bears would be able to harvest. Did she know the deer were coming and did she speak to them too from the trees calling?