A young deer

It has been a slow week. Eagle call, but he was unhurt just sitting by the side of the road on a dead crow. Odin went out and checked for me. Thanks Odin.

Seagull with a broken wing on the highway. Thanks Police!

Two seal calls, one a tidbit for the Transient Orcas as he was missing a head.

And a young deer.

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A woman called me. Her voice soft and sweet.
I drove out to her on a rainy blustery evening. And found her standing with a young deer curled up by the side of the road.

This woman, a butterfly a moth, wrapped in a dress coat, thin and delicate crying in the rain.

A Dump truck rumbled by and she ran like a child after it her hands held up in defence of the deer....her voice lost in the roar.

"There...is a deer.....please please!"

But the truck driver didn't hear her.

The deer was very ill. You know when parasites and starvation have taken their toll. He couldn't get up.

And I explained to the lady that the best thing to do was to end suffering as kindly as we could.

She nodded and wept.

And As I went back for the rifle, I thought.......She is very compassionate. But  has she never seen how life actually is..... for people and animals.


Oh Moth....Oh Butterfly....come with me for a day or month...into the mountains and shed those shoes.
Into the city, where children drink whiskey.

Down to the water to see what earth and sea do to dead crabs then back out into the fields of spring where the fierce dragonflies hunt.