Fate enters her meadow by way of the deer paths which criss-cross the field. I can only imagine the traffic here at night, we find bear and coyote scat, deer trails and rabbit fur all over the place. A neighbor saw a bobcat her two weeks ago. Fate scans the horizon, usually spots something moving, and she takes off, romping through the brush, picking up some ticks, popping up here, then there.

She is Queen of the Meadow, she loves running through it, her secret mystery life, and I love watching it and taking photos of it.