deer in the headlights is…
(a) what I feel like after a tossing-and-turing night near a conehead of a dog who, not that I can blame her, had a sleepless time in her bed, a big plastic sheath wrapped cumbersome around her neck. She whined for a long while, unsettled, before dozing long enough for us to do the same. But she had me out of my bed by before six, and we cuddled up in the Lazyboy, a blanket pulled up and the plastic cone replaced with one of my headlocks; and also
(b) what I almost hit driving down Ellerslie Road this morning as it came bounding out of the twilight ditch and forced me to invoke the first, probably not (but hopefully) last instance of emergency braking required in the new car. From the car’s owners manual: “Try to avoid hard braking for the first ten thousand kilometers driven.” From *my* owners manual: “Ignore car’s owners manual when advice provided may lead to flying debris.”
No: I did not read the car owner’s manual whilst emergency braking.
Yes: I am a nerd and did read it thoroughly, shortly after buying the car.
Chloe feels Sparkle’s pain, as only a rabbit who spent most of last year in a cone can…. Glad to hear the surgery went well and that Sparkle is recovering and still managing to make you feel guilty for it…:)
I know how you feel Brad — almost hitting a deer — I have experienced two very close calls and a couple of not so close calls. Scary!!! I should add that those close calls have occurred over a period of about 10 years of driving old Hwy. 11 east of Red Deer, so not very high odds. I have seen many a dead deer lying alongside the road – too many to hazard a guess. I have also seen two enormous moose galloping towards Hwy 11 – too far off for me to worry about but not so far off that I flashed my headlights to warn approaching vehicles to be on the alert. Flashing headlights mean: watch out for roaming wildlife or roaming RCMP – which ever you generally slow down and keep an eye out.