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Seems that we are not the only ones who enjoy the apples in our yard. Evidently, the ones closest to the house are the ones that are the most desirable, given the fact that the deer wandered across an entire field of apple trees with fruit on them to choose just this tree. It just so happens to be our favorite apple tree also, go figure.
So far, it’s been a Saturday. We were up early since Tim had guitar lessons and I was bringing kids home from a sleepover/to the mountain to go snowboarding. As it turns out it was snowing like mad and Tim’s guitar teacher called to cancel his lesson. I had to take oldest son to the mountain anyway and we left. Then I had to unload the Suburban and make a couple trips back and forth to cart the Odyssey team’s props down to the elementary school so they can have a marathon practice today – one week to state finals. On the way back up Route 140 for the second load a deer jumped over the guardrail and directly into the passenger side of my truck. With little to no warning, I slammed on the brakes and swerved, causing the feet of snow and ice on the top of the truck to come cascading down onto the windshield and hood, effectively blinding us on a curve. No damage to the truck, no damage to the deer (it continued to run off although we definitely heard a “thud”). Tyler was on his way to snowboarding with his friend. The plan was friend’s dad would drop them off and I would pick them up this afternoon along with TJ and whoever else happened to need a ride back to Wallingford. We got word that those plans were scrapped however when middle son decided to throw up inside friend’s dad’s truck and himself and the dad evidently. So they were headed back, just as husband and I were about to head out to Manchester to the bookstore for a few hours of “couple” time. I don’t know what one does to apologize to a friend’s parent for your child vomiting in their truck and on them, so I am totally open to suggestions – but I am guessing that it’s going to take more than a simple “I’m sorry” which we already offered, along with the offer to clean his truck seat. This guy, btw, is a sweetheart since he evidently left Tom with the words “we’re going tomorrow if Tyler needs a ride” – wow, not every parent offers to take your child somewhere within minutes of him puking on himself, you and your truck.
So, that was my morning and it’s only noon. Wonder how the rest of the day is going to play out. Guesses anyone?
Although we descended from hunters, The Ts are not a hunting family. This evening, we were on our way to pick up oldest son from school after his soccer game and grab pizza when less than 1/2 mile from our house, a deer jumped out. We swerved but it was too late. The deer ran into the truck’s tire and was struck down. Down, but not dead. It was clear that this deer was not getting up and running away. It was bleeding, we (at least my son and I) were crying. What to do? The right thing in Tom’s mind was to put the poor thing out of its misery. Unfortunately however, shooting a deer (even with a handgun to put it down when it is already dying) is not allowed. Like I said, we are not hunters and had no interest in the meat and were not looking to take the deer, but rather give it a humane end to its suffering. A call to the game warden informed us that shooting it (as I said) was totally out of the question. My husband was told that they would dispatch someone who would come in about 2 hours. I left in my vehicle to pick up poor oldest son, who had no idea what was going on and on my way back, (about 1/2 hour later) the deer was conspicuously absent from the side of the road where the incident occurred. Highly unlikely that the game warden got there that fast, since they seemed in no hurry on the phone, so most likely someone passing by who is a hunter and had a gun, put it down and took it away.
The evening was totally stressful for all of us since no one really knew what to do, but knew that leaving an animal suffering on the side of the road wasn’t it.
Prior to writing this post, I looked it up. Believe it or not, insurance companies have listed the odds of hitting a deer in each of the 50 states as reported in the New York Times. As you might imagine, Hawaii has the lowest likelihood of hitting a deer with your vehicle (1 in 16,624) and West Virginia has the highest (1 in 57). Vermont is 1 in 133.
Sadly, tonight we and the deer became part of those statistics. We fared far better than the deer. Luckily, none of us were hurt.
Last evening on my way driving the boys to scouts I noticed it. The green on the trees is a little less green. You really wouldn’t notice it in the daylight but in the light of the setting sun, you can see it – the trees are starting to take on a yellowish glow. I noticed that the cranberry bush in our yard is also losing its color, not quite changing yet, but a little less vibrant green. The mountains overall are starting to take on a touch of color, not noticeable really unless you watch closely, but it’s coming. Autumn is on its way.
Another sign that it’s coming is the deer have started to make their way into the yard, which can only mean one thing, the apples are starting to taste good. All summer they haven’t made their way down into our field, but now, early mornings or late evenings, you can see them, making their way down, tentatively, tasting here and there.
The evenings are getting chilly and the mornings are brisk – all the hallmarks of autumn. The pumpkins are beginning to turn. I love autumn, it’s one of my favorite times of the year.
I was awakened at 1:30 this morning by an ungodly sound. It sounded like dozens of wild dogs (coyotes) or fishers crying, screaming and howling. This went on for about 20 minutes and after making sure that the dogs were definitely inside (although I knew that they were – but middle of the night paranoia took over) and making sure the goats were safe, I laid back down to try to figure out what the noise was. It was suddenly gone but happened again about 20 minutes after that. It was seriously the first time that I thought I should dig out a gun and shoot it out the window to scare whatever the heck was outside away. This morning all animals, here and across the street seem accounted for, so I don’t know what they were doing out there but it was EERIE AND LOUD. Very Halloweenish, very appropriate for the 34 degree temperatures we woke to at 5:30 this morning. You could see the breath of the deer that was just outside our driveway. While we got a thin layer of frost, nothing seems to be damaged, but still I am glad we took the time to be sure yesterday.