While sitting at my usual perch this morning (at my desk in the bonus room), I saw movement out the window. It was a Sheriff's Deputy, carrying a rifle, He was stalking something - but I knew what it was.
(not mr. kenju....lol)
About three weeks ago, a neighbor sent out an email saying that there was a deer in the neighborhood with an arrow sticking out of its left side, and that we should call the sheriff if we saw it, so that he could put it out of its misery.
I am always on the look-out for deer, but this one managed to elude me until this morning. I saw the deputy approaching the front door, so I ran downstairs. He said not to be alarmed if I heard a gun shot, that he was going to put the deer down. Another neighbor had spotted the deer in his yard, and the deputy had been called pronto.
I went immediately to the kitchen, and saw the deer at my side fence; warily looking around. The arrow was in plain sight, and I honestly don't know how that magnificent creature managed to live so long with that arrow in him. At the same time, I heard the deputy enter the gate on the other side of our deck. I ran to get the camera, but by the time I got back to the window, the deer was no where in sight, nor was the deputy.
It makes me sad to know that the deer is in pain, but it also lifts my heart a bit, to know that he is strong and able to carry on, no matter what.