This young Algonquin Moose is not the item alluded to above, but the closest relative to a deer that I have taken a picture of. This moose let me get within 20 feet of it, and its mother did, too, standing on the other side of the bushes.
On Friday night, I was being driven to Picton by a friend when our car was hit by a rather large male running deer. It literally ran into the side of the car and smashed in the side door and the side front fender. Dusk had fallen, and it came out suddenly from a farm lane.
On day #246, I mentioned roadkill, and tube travel.
Oh, how I wish it was invented already. We would have watched the deer cross the road unharmed, and pass right underneath us as we were sitting safely in our chairs relaxed and warm/cool, chatting or quiet, or perhaps listening to favourite music, hoping to see some wildlife.
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