I love when resorts have their own paper to tell you what is going on. So cute.
This day was going to start early with birds of prey and then an archery lesson. I’m sure there will be some more tennis and croquet thrown in there too.
This exhibition started a little late because of few of the birds did not want to come out and the trainer settled for bringing out those that did. With those talons and sharp beaks, I don’t blame him for not pushing them. FYI, Ira stood far away. He said the bald eagle was staring at him funny.
All three of us participated, so getting photos was not high on our list. We had such a good time. Of course, Ira and I got into a little competition. Apart from shooting arrows at the Ren Faire in Tampa, this was the first time Ira used a bow and arrow while not intoxicated with mead. He did OK. We all did. No one got killed. No bloodshed. This is a win.
A quick lunch on the patio and then it was time for some grass tennis and another round of croquet before heading out to see the deer. Lunch was clearly more enticing for us as very few deer were brave enough to get close to us. We saw them while walking into the deer park, but they moved, en masse, to another part of the park, hidden from view. Except for one. She alone came and ate the food the guide threw in the field. More for her, I guess. Oh well. The hike to get to the deer park was emerald green, moss covering the trees. Sound contained a different quality in the woods. It kept everything in. It was as if we were traversing a fantasy forest. Ira kept telling Bodhi to keep an eye out for werewolves.
Really, I could stare out of these spaces forever. It was just what I imagined living in a castle would be like. Even Bodhi was disappointed to leave.
Under the Bodhi Tree 