On yesterday's mountain bike ride I came across this magnificent fellow grazing.
I see deer frequently in the park and I never grow tired of admiring them.
As he crossed in front of me I wondered how anyone could so easily shoot him and end his life? He gave me the pleasure of "shooting him" with my camera and I was immensely satisfied with that as I rode away. I simply could not comprehend doing anything otherwise and feel so wonderful about it as I did those immediate few minutes afterwards.
When I returned home I found my house had been invaded by two small little alien beings who left cryptic designs on my living room carpet in my absence.
You may be able to make out the message "for Grandpa".
Strange. I wonder who did this and how this happened?