Hiking at the ocean is always interesting and ever changing. One never knows what the same landscape will bring on the next visit. This is a black feather I found which is always a forewarning of upcoming sadness. It was standing up as if waving in the wind for attention. After finding that, and rounding to the other side of the hike, I noticed Tilly was sniffing the snow rather intently. I almost ignored the area and kept going but she insisted. As I got closer and investigated, it was a deer that had come to its demise either washed up on the shore from the ocean or become a victim on land and now buried under the snow softly falling. Disturbing to uncover and more disturbing to ponder what and how. I am always thankful that Tilly is on guard and together we marked the area with a cross and prayer and made the appropriate call so this gentle soul could be moved from this public area to rest in peace in the arms of the Angels who can carry it to God for ever lasting peace. Amen.
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