Notes from Windward: #68
Letter to a Deer
Oana writes ...
Oh dear, Deer.
Why have you been haunting our hay barn?
Why have you been munching the hay which we have saved for the sheep?
We know you're hungry; it's cold in the forest, and all the little
shoots of grass, the leaves, the acorns, and whatever else you like to
eat have been bundled up in blankets of ice. We know you wish to dine
in a covered hay-haven. But we have saved this food for the pregnant
sheep and goats, hoping it'll last the winter and into spring.
So we have barricaded our fortress with orange mesh. You have broken
in and out, somehow. We have patched up the holes and put away the
loose hay you have pulled from the ruffled hay bales. And you have
done it again, in and out, somehow. We have patched up the holes
again, and dug out the snow from beneath, so that it would be harder
for you to break in.
mesh surrounds the Hay Barn
Perhaps you will break in again, and you will have your feast, and you
will last through this vicious winter. I cannot be angry at you. My
attempts at shutting you out of the hay barn are necessary but
Dear Deer, I wish you to live.
Notes From Windward - Index - Vol. 68