A few years ago we “adopted” our road, committing to maintain at a neat and clean standard. The initial clean-up was a major undertaking, but we accomplished it and took pride in the results.
But every year at this time we are confronted with a very unpleasant task: removal of deer remains. This time is the worst ever.
Recently, while out on our daily walk, we happened on the carcass of a doe. She was apparently killed here, a few choice pieces were harvested, and the remainder left to decompose in our neighborhood.