The Deer Chronicles

| 9/29/2012 4:28:17 PM

When you live on acres of land, you get used to mysterious, unsolved deaths.

I’m talkin’ the occasional deer, fox, skunk or possum carcass that serves as the only concrete evidence that yesterday’s Field Day animal celebration got just a leetle out of hand.


The first clue as to the presence of a corpus delecti is the appearance of the Undertakers (a.k.a. vultures), who sit patiently on the treetops waiting for rigor mortus to set in.

Much as those of us over 50 shudder to think that the “bell tolls for thee”, in fact the Undertakers actually have their beady eyes set upon a carcass that isn’t still moving around.

So The Peanut Gallery was sad to note that the only Mrs. Deer he’d seen on the property this year appeared to be Undertaker fodder in the Back 40, barely visible beyond our bedroom window. Sad – but it’s a fact of rural living.