On the one hand, I killed a deer. It’s no endangered species, but I still feel terrible about it. I had been at a long meeting at the county government center, and instead of taking the expressway home, which I usually do, I took the by-pass that goes around the west side of Staunton. It was a dark night but because there was intermittent on-coming traffic I wasn’t using my brights. And then suddenly there was a deer right in front of me (I think she was bringing up the rear of a group, if my peripheral vision memory is accurate). Bam. Not quite like hitting a brick wall, but it was a solid direct hit. No doubt the deer died instantly, but I didn’t see what happened to her. I kept going but I heard something banging against the side of the Jeep (I pictured a deer leg, I confess) so I pulled over and got out. The banging was caused by a loose plastic strip that had snapped loose when the bumper cracked on impact with the deer. I pulled it free, threw it in the back, and got back in. The gauges on the dash weren’t functioning, and I suppose I shouldn’t have driven, but I did. I hurried home, got out of the car, and didn’t look back. (It’s still in the driveway, awaiting the arrival of the claims adjustor.) I’m lucky that I was in the Jeep instead of the Saab, because that deer might have gone through the Saab’s windshield.
I feel bad about the deer, though. I guess insurance will take care of the Jeep, but the deer is now food for the vultures. And speaking of which, yesterday afternoon I noticed that there was a dead deer in my pasture. It was pretty far from the road so it might have made its way there after being injured, or possibly it was shot from the road—that’s not uncommon, unfortunately.
On the other hand, the beaver pond looks good. I went down there this afternoon and it seems deeper than it was last time I was there, and the dam is looking quite solid. I still haven’t seen the beavers, although I did see a muskrat in the pond the other day.