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Unless you want to see the mule deer laying in the ditch not far from our driveway, no doubt struck and killed by a vehicle. Nah, I didn't think you'd want to see it.
It lay there two days before the flies found it, and after dark that night there was a coyote chorus from that direction. They must have been feasting, for the next morning when I drove past on my way to work, all that was left were the head and the rib cage.
It continues to amaze me that my life in retirement is so full. Of stuff. Not planned.
Most retired people say there's no such thing as an empty day. I believe them.