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.
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.