• 26 Jan 2010, 6:01 pm /  Jersey, charlie, culture shock, paolo

    At least three times in the past two weeks, Pnut and I have been driving along and I’ve started shouting

    “DEER!  DEER!  DEER!”

    while my foot pumps the airbrake on the passenger side, and my hands brace for impact.  Paolo looks at me sideways, a bit stunned and confused as to why I am yelling en-deer-ments at him.  Then it dawns on him that - indeed - there are large, white-tailed, warm-blooded animals not too far in front of the car and he brakes.

    Chicago can teach one to avoid muggers, Venice can teach one to avoid poor quality fish.  Deer are something altogether new for both of us.

    As Pnut said yesterday, “I still find it strange that wild animals just prance around, clippity-clop, in the streets, and in our back yard!”.

    Clippity-clop, strange indeed.  Here is the view from our back deck at least once a day (if you count four, you’re correct, and there are another three out of frame):

    And when we’re not fascinated by the wildlife, we are awed by the pastimes in our neighborhood. After watching, drop-jawed, the whole of our town on the lake last Saturday, ice-fishing and riding snow-mobiles, Pnut decided to get brave.  What you see here is precisely as far as either of us got.  It’s about one hundred yards from our front door.  I’m safely behind the camera, on solid ground in case you didn’t guess.  Charlie, I think, wanted to go with his dad but I had visions of myself sliding behind him with a couple of broken legs while he dragged me across the lake.

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