We used to go for rides. Recreational jaunts that we all enjoyed and which tired us out as if we had got out and pushed instead of being passengers. Today, the weather was so gorgeous that we decided to waste some recreational gas. The Camry gets pretty good gas mileage on the road, so we packed a lunch and headed down toward the Keys.
The ocean water along side the roadway was almost silken looking and nearly flat when we went over the bridges. We had just got past Layton where the water is close to the road and Sea Grape and Buttonwood scatter along between the tall roadside grasses when I saw a tall dog ahead and off to the side. He was waiting for our car to pass, I thought. Smart dog.
Then he bounded across and we felt the sickening thud. It was not a dog, it was a Key Deer.
There was little damage to the car but the small Key Deer lay inert.
Because he was a Key Deer, I put him on my key ring and used him to unlock the door when we got home.
It is, after all, April the first . . .