What were two deer doing up by the lighthouse yesterday? I was walking along the road when way up ahead there they were, leaping across the road and disappearing between a couple of houses. They must have been panicked because there is no, and I mean no, free land on this spit of land. House after house after house, all jutting as high as possible to compete for a view of the ocean.
Left to their natural habitat I think of deer as silent types, moving without a sound, making not a sound, always listening for the silence to be broken. On the other hand, deer don’t seem to be solitary as they always move in community; a lone deer is looking for it’s companions. Simplicity? Probably left to their own devices, as nature plans it, a deer’s life is simple.
I wonder where those two deer are today? Did they make it through the maze of summer cottages, across the big road to the Maine woods? I hope so.
Left to their natural habitat I think of deer as silent types, moving without a sound, making not a sound, always listening for the silence to be broken. On the other hand, deer don’t seem to be solitary as they always move in community; a lone deer is looking for it’s companions. Simplicity? Probably left to their own devices, as nature plans it, a deer’s life is simple.
I wonder where those two deer are today? Did they make it through the maze of summer cottages, across the big road to the Maine woods? I hope so.