This year, deer baiting, or the practice of setting out various foodstuffs for deer in a forest clearing, in order to accustom them to eating there, and to being easy targets come hunting season in November, has been outlawed.
I forget the reason.
Of course, the dealers in rotten cobs and malformed carrots and other mottled storage roots intended for deer feed protested from their roadside huts and gas stations, all to no avail. (This outcome was particularly sad, for every year along the miles of roads leading to the great killing fields, the tons and tons of roots would always offer up a few examples of bumpy and starchy storage roots which resembled Mary Magdalene or one of the Apostles. There is no limit to the creativity when one mixes booze and killing and testosterone.)
In return, this year saw the largest invasions and depradations of deer tribes across the boundaries between forest and sown, as they poured into the humble gardens of vegetables and flowers, biting off every succulent bud they could find.
Even ragged hostas, weary, torn, and snail-bit - as unattractive as ever was a plant - were consumed with epicurean relish.
...so from the fewmets in the forest will spring new flowers...
a consolation worthy of Boethius!
grace a: The Glass Doorknob
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