Sat undercover with this guy and his dog while a big storm rolled through.
One of the biggest things I’ve learned at placement (that reminded me of this time) is that sometimes sitting in silence are the best interactions, being present can be enough to overcome any language barrier...
CLEAN UP ON AISLE 4!
One of my deer died. I call them my deer. I start to recognize them individually the more I see them. My grandmother once called deer down from the mountain -- to the surprise of the Forest Service Authority. The lodge she and my grandfather built is nestled up against the Wyoming mountains. Those are her deer and these are mine. 😉 Every year at least two deer do not make it -- coyotes, disease, cougar, people? Who knows. The cleanup crew arrives and "The Jungle Book" pops into my head. The stench of carrion is unpleasant. I'm reminded of Andy Broussard, the main character in "Louisiana Fever" written by my favorite author, DJ or Don Donaldson, aka David Best. Dr. Broussard, a middle-aged, round-bodied medical examiner from Louisiana who deposits lemon drops into his pockets only to retrieve them laced with lint as he works each case. He speaks of the distinct odor of death. It's not death I find fascinating, it's medical. After Lousiana Fever, I purchased every one of his books, including Sleeping With the Crawfish purchased at an inflated cost via Ebay due to its rarity. I'm glad I did. Back to Aisle 4. Vultures use thermals to move through the air, flapping their wings infrequently. Thermal air is related to atmospheric convection which is related to severe thunderstorms and tornados. I wonder if weather played any part in their showing up here this past week. There are about 12 in total. The carrion was here prior to the storms, but the vultures showed up with the storms. I don't find vultures beautiful, but they clearly make supreme supermodels, and aisle 4 is nearly clean. I'm beginning to appreciate them more and more.