Flashes of Panic

I flushed two deer beside the road this morning as I rode in to work. When I was running in on a similar route, I used to see large-scale wildlife (deer or turkeys, as opposed to the usual squirrels) nearly every run. I didn’t spot these deer until they started moving, which makes me wonder how much else I miss when I’m watching the road.

I refuse to believe that they were spooked by my heavy breathing as I approached the top of the biggest hill on my route (a few hundred meters from this vista.)

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