Deer Crossing

Wednesday evening I had a wonderful ride home. I had stopped by Alive After Five and listened to a great band from South Carolina called "Need To Breathe". I guess I would describe them as "Aerosmith meets John Mellencamp", or something like that. (Even though I'm a musician, I'm not really a great music critic. So, don't take that observation as gospel).

I hit the Greenbelt at about 8 pm, so it was starting to cool-off. I was flying. The temps were very comfortable, and the Greenbelt traffic had cleared our a bit. As I got near Glenwood, where the horses are shacked up for the race track, I glimpsed a bit of tan up the path a bit. As I rounded a curve, two deer suddenly appeared before me - I guess they either thought they were in deer territory because of the horses nearby, or they simply smelled the hay recently brought in.

The smaller of the two fled as soon as "she" saw me. But, the other one (I'm guessing male) stood his ground for a bit. I could swear he squinted at me, and had a look on his face like, "What the hell is that? It looks human, but it seems to almost be running like a deer." After a few more seconds of staring (and me wondering if he was ever going to move), he bolted back down to the river and hoped-for safety.

Now, I'm not sure what it is about that spot, but on Friday I had to slow down and stop for a duck "family" at almost the the exact same stretch as I encountered the deer. It's becoming Grand Central station through there.