This morning as I sat at the kitchen table looking over Scripture and jotting my notes on the index card for purposes of teaching, I watched several small bucks milling about outside the kitchen window. The rut is over, the bucks are skinny, and will shed their racks soon, but as the saying goes, “Boys will be boys,” and it was fun to watch several scrape and rub scent on shrubs and laurel as they meandered down the trails.

Here was one little fellow I caught as he passed through: