The deer are all around us, it is a very active time of year for them, not the least reason being that it is also deer season for hunters. Bow and arrow right now, firearms next month. Active deer means lots of car/deer accidents. They really do just appear like magic in front of you, no time to react. And whacking a deer at 70 mph will fuck up your car serious.
Anyway, there is a dead deer out back at the edge of the homestead, and it is getting ripe. The scent of rotting meat wafting oer the place when the wind is wrong.
The old lady reminds me from time to time. What is that tan thing out back? Dead deer? Yes. It really stinks. Yes. Is it still there? Yes.
A hunter would have followed a wounded doe and taken it. I figure this one was clipped on the road and made it this far back towards the woods and gave out. Poor deer.