Went down south from Richmond to enjoy dinner tonight after the day's activities. Making my way home traffic on Huguenot/River/Cary Street Road; the traffic unexpectedly comes to a near-standstill.
Soon, it becomes clear; a law enforcement vehicle is sitting in the right lane ahead, lights flashing. I need to merge into the left lane. Fortunately it doesn't become a contentious thing, and I am able to get over, and eventually to creep ahead.
Finally alongside the law enforcement car, I can see what has happened. A deer has apparently been struck by a vehicle. The deer is stretched out across that right lane. The officer is standing between his car and the deer, looking on helplessly.
This is a bad enough sight, but that's not the worst thing.
The deer is not dead.
He's trying to lift up his head and look around, maybe even trying to get himself up, to no avail, but trying anyway.
I'm pretty sure I swore every swear word in existence for the next ten minutes of the drive.
Nature really cannot survive us, can it?
