I met with a squeaky tree while walking through the new sun. Like a coward I jumped! My imagination envisioned the squeaky tree was preparing to fall. Yesterday, I stood with an eight point buck. We stared at each other by way of embracing our present space. I may be afraid of the squeaky tree but the buck with a rack that big opened my love for nature even more. I wanted to return to the squeaky tree with my recording equipment. Not to steal from it's soul but to hear God's voice.