Monday, April 21, 2014|
Welcome in - and Happy
Easter Monday. As I spend one more day making my way home on
the six-hour drive from Cleveland and the Rock and Roll Hall of
Fame, I wanted to share with you a journal I wrote last year on
April 18. Maybe you're new to this site and didn't see it
the first time. But as the ice breaks up and spring finally
deigns to descend upon us (only a month late, right?) this is
journal seems to be timely. Here we go - and we'll be back
with you tomorrow with a live radio show and, of course, a new
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Just a Thought...
Nature is not cruel, only pitilessly indifferent. This is
one of the hardest lessons for humans to learn. We cannot
admit that things might be neither good nor evil, neither cruel
nor kind, but simply callous - indifferent to all suffering,
lacking all purpose. [Richard Dawkins]
It was one of the most astounding and heartrending sights of
my life, and I saw it yesterday on Lake Simcoe.
We went up to gather our pups from our friends who take such good
care of them when we're away, in an area west of Sutton called
Willow Beach. While driving along the shore, we couldn't
believe the breathtaking colours of the lake, as the ice drifted
in, preparing to melt away once and for all. We pulled over
and I grabbed both my cell phone and our camera, the latter which
happened to be in the car after our Mexican trip. Just dumb
At first, I thought the contrasting blues, greens, whites and
grays would be all I would be capturing. And here's what I
But then, a sight that I couldn't quite believe: a deer standing
out on the ice. There she is.
Our roadside stop attracted some other motorists' attention,
including one who had binoculars. Upon closer inspection, we
could see that the doe had a couple of large pink, raw patches on
her haunches. We wondered if she'd perhaps been hit by a car
and, in some state of shock, found herself out on the ice.
How long had she been there, floating helplessly towards
shore? What was this poor animal's story?
Not long after we arrived and took the picture of her standing
there, she lay down and started to lick the wounds she was able to
I was grateful that we happened first upon the scene and that she
hadn't been discovered by someone shooting with something more
deadly than a camera. I'm afraid I'd have made a very loud
city girl scene. While a neighbour called animal services,
we went home to our afternoon nap wondering what became of the
I wish this story had a happy ending.
After five hours and the efforts of police, fire and ambulance
workers, and in front of a crowd of dozens, the deer had to be put
down. Our friends on Willow Beach called to tell us that the
deer had been trying in vain to get into the police air boat,
first on one side, then the other. Three shots had ended the
I suppose that, realistically, in examining the photos we took,
there might not ever have been any hope for this deer's safe
apprehension. She was clearly injured. The car theory
started to look a lot more plausible and who knows if she'd have
survived treatment once she was taken to safety. I
wish-wish-wish that the outcome had been different. (I'm
only glad we didn't decide to see how this story unfolded with our
Every day that we're up north, I look out our windows, half hoping
to see a deer. I've always felt a sighting of one of these
magnificent creatures is a moment of blessing and luck.
Yesterday, I got over myself and saw the situation for what it
was: a frightened, injured animal, which I was hoping we might
have helped in some small way, to bring it to safety.
Damn, I wish we had.
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