Yesterday morning I needed to get to JoAnn Fabric and get some deals. I was so eager, I arrived before the place opened. On the way back, right here, three deer ran in front of my car. Well, two ran in front of it. I got the other one. This happened in a spot two blocks from my house, where I’ve never seen deer before.
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Now, I know there are plenty of deer around here, in fact I once posted a photo of one in the yard next door. I’ve seen tracks in my (fenced) garden. There is a spot a couple of miles west of here where deer cross the road frequently, and we always drive sloooooowly there.
But, it was real dark, earlier than we usually see deer along the road. I guess it’s too dark to see them at 6:10 a.m.
I didn’t have my phone, so I drove home and got it, and Papa. We went back, and called the police. They came, they saw, they were unimpressed. The young lady officer was surprised shocked when I insisted on taking the deer. Let’s just say that coffee break time at the station won’t be the same for a few days, rather than try to describe her reaction. Anyway, when the report was complete, Papa and I grabbed the deer, threw it in the trunk, drove two blocks home, and hung the darn thing up.
Here’s the car.
I’ll be busy today. Something about freezer wrap, knives and grinders. We’ll be having venison for our family Christmas next Saturday.
So, the answer to the question, “How many deer are there in the suburbs?” is: ONE FEWER.
Does anyone know a good junk yard where I can get a headlight and fender for an old Neon?