A gentle wind washes through the field of long grass which ripples from dark to light as its tips undulate rhythmically. Overhead, two kites relax on a thermal, floating as if held by some invisible string as they orbit the sun.
On the side of a hill an aquifer attracts a twelve point buck, who dips his head to drink from the glassy cold rivulet. Movement in the switch grass. Tail up. Head erect. His ears cock to the left, head following. While he stares toward the charred cedar stump by the bank, two rabbits glint across the water and into the weeds.