Why Antlers Hold Autumn — All afternoon, a young buck named Elden practiced being still beneath the thin gold light. He had made himself a challenge: not one hoofstep until the sun touched the far birches. Read the full story →
All afternoon, a young buck named Elden practiced being still beneath the thin gold light. He had made himself a challenge: not one hoofstep until the sun touched the far birches. Grass tickled his ankles, gnats hummed at his ears, and dry leaves scratched softly over the ground, but Elden kept his nose level and his breath slow.
Then the wind lost its way. The falling leaves spun in worried circles, never reaching the mossy hollows where beetles slept and seed shells waited for cover. “Hold steady,” whispered a chickadee from the hazel. Elden lowered his head, and one maple leaf settled between the high forks of his antlers. Another landed. Then an oak leaf. Their stems clicked like tiny wooden keys.
The forest grew quiet around him, as if every fern had found its blanket. When Elden finally stepped forward, the leaves slid gently from his antlers and marked the hidden beds below. Ever since, bucks have carried branching antlers through autumn, so the season can find every place it belongs; next time you see leaves caught in those tall forks, can you guess which sleeping corner they are guiding?