I’d be lying if I said that this affected me in quite the same way as this makes it sound but also it must have affected me in some way because I’m making an entire podcast about it.
A few months ago, you might remember that I went on morning walks and whilst I was on these morning walks, I saw some deer.
The story basically was that the deer, whenever I looked for them, weren’t there. When I stopped looking, they sort of appeared every time.
I’ve just come back from a walk…
I saw one of the deer on the side of the road this morning.
It’s eyes, eyes that had once sniped me from ferns on the hillside, were glazed over.
It’s autumn now and those ferns are dying too.
I guess the deer is a symbol. It’s fragility. It’s us encroaching on their home. We continue to push the limits. This estate continues to grow. We continue to force creatures like these into ever shrinking habitats where encounters with humans, with me, with cars, become increasingly perilous.
There’s a second deer.
As I walked, the remaining deer watched me from the woods. It was a silent exchange. The deer didn’t move.
Startled, maybe… Used to me, maybe.
Am I to blame? Am I the reason the other one got so close to a car?
Bit of a weird one for you. I’m still not sure how I feel about it.
30 Sep 2023about podcast contact