Too Many Deer, Twice More

We spotted a classic example of deer damage at the corner gas / repair station:

The undamaged bumper below the smashed grill and hood is diagnostic; the legs bounce off the bumper, while the body punches the grill back through the radiator. The airbags didn’t fire, but I’m pretty sure that car is just as dead as the deer.

Plenty of deer-colored fur clinches the diagnosis:

A few days later, a vulture overflew me on Hooker Avenue:

It was flapping strongly, powering its way up to cruising altitude, which seemed odd that far into the urban heat island. On the return leg of the ride, I saw what had its attention:

All swoll up, as the saying goes, and ready for the carcass disposal crew…