With school closed, I had charge of the little Goofs. I had work to do, but with the gorgeous fall weather I could not let them sit around all day and watch an entire season of Cupcake Wars (Amazon Prime has changed our life.)
So I insisted that there would be a late afternoon expedition. We hadn't visited our favorite promontory for hurling rocks into the creek for sometime. (Although we had hurled rocks into other bodies of water fairly recently.)
Joined by the indominatable 3C, we did exactly that, I spent a lot of time playing on my phone - which in retrospect is a little ridiculous when you are surrounded by this:
3C hadn't joined us on one of our "throwing rocks into water" adventures, but was game. She got even more excited when they turned to launching logs into the creek because this required teamwork and coordination. (It's more fun to do than watch, as you can see.)
But, autumn days (like autumn itself) is all too brief. I didn't want us in the woods after dark (lest we truly learn what the fox says.) So we turned home. The trail goes under a major road near our home and close to the creek was a deer lying on the ground.
"Look a deer, I wonder what it's doing there?" 3C observed.
"It looks like it's sleeping," GoofBoy added.
GoofGirl is no fool. "It's dead. Why did it die? Why is it there?"
Thoughtlessly, I observed, "Maybe it was hit up on the road and was thrown into the air and landed here."
"That would have been an amazing YouTube video," GoofBoy exclaimed, then added, "Rough on the deer though."
"I'm sure the deer conducted a full investigation. CSI: Bambi, with deer wearing lab coats and with magnifying classes. Did they drew a chalk outline around the corpse?" I riffed.
"Dad, I don't want to go on this trail anymore," GoofGirl stated flatly.
"Hey nina, maybe the deer died here of old age, after a long life."
"Why would the deer die here?" GoofGirl demanded.
"This was her favorite spot."
"Right, in all of these woods, why would this spot by a grubby bridge be a deer's favorite?" 3C chimed in.
"Well," I said, thinking quickly, "When she was a fawn and it rained she would come under here with her mommy and stay dry. She always felt safe her. Now, after living a long life and being a mommy to a lot of fawns and maybe even grand-fawns, she wanted to come back here one more time. Then, she looked around at the woods and creek, thought about her life and had one last breath."
We walked on the trail. 3C and GoofBoy ahead chatting (possibly a first, ever) and GoofGirl held my hand.
"Daddy," she said, "I know the deer got hit by a car and died and I am kind of freaked out about it. But thanks for trying."