Friday, 20 June 2014

bambi

Early this morning I was walking, enjoying the dappled light and stillness of the chip trail at the Henderson Rec. Centre.  One single golfer was practicing his tee shots, his face half-hidden by a Tilly hat pulled low over his eyes.

As I was completing my first lap, there was a small noise, and I came upon a deer, mouth jammed with tender foliage. Cursing under my breath - these are the critters I fence my garden against.

As I hesitated for a moment longer,  I heard another rustle.
 
A bambi. 





Even a cull-the-deer-mouth like me stood in awe for a brief moment.  (a brief moment) Then images of the protective netting around our non deer-resistent garden came to mind and I resumed my fast walking pace.

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