I look forward to 7:56 every evening. In all seriousness, it is my favorite time of day. Typically, it lands right when dinner is over, dessert is served, and the table conversation is winding down. So what's so great about 7:56? It's when I get to run outside to my backyard with my binoculars and stare into the woods behind my house on the lookout for five red spots.
Nah, I'm not crazy, just obsessed. These five red spots, appearing suddenly out of nowhere from the lusciously green backdrop are my new friends, and I wish I had pictures to prove it.
So at somewhere around 7:56, right in the middle of my corner of suburbia, with trucks with big pipes driving past the street in front of my house and the clambering of wheels can be heard from neighbors taking walks with their baby strollers in tow, five brownish-red spots slowly emerge from the treeline towards the large grassy clearing behind my house.
They all have horns, one not so much as the rest, and now they also have names, well, because they are my friends. The smartest fucking deer you'll ever meet. They are led by Roger, the grayest of the heard, a nine-point with both mass and pretty nice spread. He above all the others would make a wall mount that any hunter would take pride in. The four others all have names also, Jeremy, D.O.A. Hank, and Cullen. They are all various sized eight points with summer red coats except for Cullen, a second year spike that is a cull buck and doesn't belong anywhere, including my backyard. The rest of their names are catchier, but I don't feel explaining why I was led to name Roger after the Jolly Roger, or while Hank is named after a Colts player that muffed an onside kick recovery in last years superbowl. Trust me though, its all a laugh riot.
Anyway, around 7:56 I run outside with the binoculars, as the neighborhood around me continues its commotion, and I watch these deer wander around the several acre clearing behind my house. Its the greatest part of my day.
None of that has anything to do with the purpose of this post. I just wanted to introduce my new friends to the world.
I don't sleep much anymore. No one really knows why, but I just don't sleep. So I'm going crazy. Crazier than I was even before now. However, restlessness moves one to do bizarre things, and I have succumbed to exceedingly odd behavior, like telling the world I have befriended hoofed animals, even though they, the animals, know nothing of my existence except that I am the strange guy with binoculars watching them every night.
Anyway, this post was dumb and i'll probably delete it the next time lucid thoughts enter my brain again. But it served its purpose, I'm finally tired enough to think about sleeping, and my five red spots have made it where many have not--out of the woods and into the neighborhood with internet fanfare for all to enjoy.
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