Have you ever felt invisible?

Was it a pleasant feeling or a sad one?

From my porch, coffee in hand, I watch these “invisible” critters.

Over there, a young buck – invisible in the shadows of the trees. Fresh velvety antlers the color of tree bark. The muscles of his neck thick from carrying the weight of his developing rack. He’s not ready to be seen.

At the other end of this acre, a doe tries to be invisible – and silent. It’s six o’clock, predawn, and her wet fawn is still finding its legs, staggering under momma’s cleansing tongue. To be visible is too dangerous.

An invisible hawk passes overhead, revealed only by her huge shadow gliding over the grass. Silent. My eyes jump toward the sky. She’s visible for only a second as she soars through branches and beyond the woods. Read more