About three days ago, Robin reported seeing a deer eating a piece of chicken. Yesterday, I was looking out my window when I saw the same deer still eating a piece of chicken. I went outside to take a look and after some deliberation, we agreed that it was probably not a piece of chicken at all. I took some pictures, and zooming in on them, we saw that it was more like an outgrowth of flesh dangling from its face, maybe a tumor of some sort. I am attaching them here because they are gross and therefore appropriate to this blog.
I have emailed some biology professors to get their expert opinion on this. Just to see if it's something anyone should be worried about, you know?. One professor commented that the deer looks perfectly healthy and seems to be lactating, while another added that she has seen deer eat steak bones and bird eggs. Interesting stuff.
Another noteworthy thing that happened was that Carlos's black clay ashtray, which he brought all the way from Oaxaca, crumbled, probably from the humidity caused by the recent rains. It's still there, in pieces, lending our front porch an air of melancholy. I think we should leave it there, for a bit, so visitors and mailmen can think they are in the presence of artists.
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Of course, I meant KNOW they are in the presence of artists.
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