Once the deer laid down I knew he wasn't just resting. When his eyes glazed over and he couldn't hold his tongue in his mouth I realized he was dying, which took about five hours with all the usual seizes, twitches and agonal breathing, which I'd watched a hundred times with patients. With this little deer, though, it was different, in that there was no other signs of distress, just the occaisonal leg digging into the sand. No DNR, no code team, no living will, no family members disagreeing about pulling the plug...
We kept our distance and most of these photos are taken on zoom, until the very last, as I did not want to give him any more agitation than he was already experiencing. Wild animals don't like people near them and nor do I like being this near wild animals! so, we let him go through this transition with as little disturbance as possible. But, with all the beaches to which he could have swam, why this one? Others would have offered better protection and easier access but he chose us. It will probably be a long time before I understand why.
He died at dusk with Heron on the log, fishing as usual. Life goes on I guess.
Go nowhere with guns.
Go elsewhere your own way,
lonely and wanting. Or
stay and be early,
next to deep woods,
inhabit old orchards.
All clearings promise.
Sunrise is good,
and fog before sun.
Expect nothing always;
find your luck slowly.
Wait out the windfall.
Take your good time
to learn to read ferns;
Make like a turtle
downhill toward slow water.
Instructed by heron
drink the pure silence.
Be compassed by wind.
If you quiver like aspen
trust your quick nature;
let your ear teach you
which way to listen.
You've come to assume
protective color, now
colors reform to
new shpes in your eye.
You've learned by now
to wait without waiting;
as if it were dusk
look into light falling;
in deep relief
things even out.
Be careless of nothing.
See what you see.