I'm living a charmed life on the road lately: in a previous post, I mentioned that up until this year, I had encountered exactly one deer (a doe, a female deer...damn, that's what happens when Le Wife watches a BBC remake of The Sound of Music with the Sonos system cranked up reeeeealy loud) since acquiring Melody in September of '15, whereas I've encountered two deer in the course of several weeks.
Well make that three deer, in the course of a month, all at dusk: the first being another doe (ray-me-fa-so-help-me, I'm leaving the room if she wants to watch it again...), tiptoeing out into the road before seeing me, briefly giving me that, um, deer-in-the-headlight look, then unhurriedly walking off to the curb; the second was an adult with a serious rack - yeah, that sounded a bit wrong, but there it is - and this one waltzed into the middle of the road with me and a car from the opposite direction converging. We both slammed on the brakes and waited for the deer to step aside; it did, and as I continued my short ride home, the deer started running alongside me. I stopped, lifted my visor up, and was about to yell "Go away, silly, I damn near hit you!", when he seemed to take the hint and sprinted off through someone's front yard. Third time was three days ago, again along my usual route home from the train station in Long Branch. This time, mother young'un, looking set to scurry across the road. I'd already passed a car along the shoulder and was picking up speed when I saw those little eyes reflecting back, and I shut the throttle down fast and signaled the car behind me to do the same. I come up to the deer, which stares at me for a good five seconds before turning tail and hopping off through someone else's front yard.
Three close calls, so close together. And now I get to think about ticks...and I'm working in Gotham right now, meaning I won't get a train outta Penn Station before...let's see, including time for baby-back ribs at Dallas BBQ on West 23rd Street...10:30, putting me back on Melody sometime past midnight. Maybe the deer will be snoozing? Please?