O death, O death
Won’t you spare me over till another year
Well, what is this that I can’t see
With ice cold hands takin hold of me
Well I am death none can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell
O death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day…
[Hear incomparable Ralph Stanley version here]
I’ll fly away
I’ll fly away O glory I’ll fly away
In the morning
When I die hallelujah bye and bye
I’ll fly away
When the shadows of this life have gone
I’ll fly away
Like a bird from these prison walls I’ll fly
I’ll fly away…
[Hear Alison Krauss and Gillian Welch sing it ]
Death came to our neighborhood this week, when a young deer expired next to our pond. Since it was a young one – possibly dead of an infectious virus – the view towards death in the first song above would be appropriate for a farewell. The second song maybe for an old, injured one. The first song always makes me feel like bucking up to face reality and do what I have to do, the second one makes me cry.
After a day or so the vultures found the carcass, as we had hoped. Tom calls it a sky burial. Death in the woods is more of a transformation. Bits of deer are soaring high above the earth now. Out here, ecosystem services like carrion disposal are very welcome. In a few days there wasn’t much left of the deer. Vultures are surprisingly shy – here you can barely see them against the trees as they took off at our approach. Even though I waited for them to come back, they wouldn’t return while I was there.
There are lots of others on the clean up crew: the coyotes or some animal moved the carcass, and took their share. Flies were the first on the scene and will probably be the last. Ants will no doubt be there as well. Ants are quite efficient, and quick; when I emptied the mousetraps under the house a few weeks ago, I found three very clean skeletons under empty piles of fur and ants still busy. Also – no dead mouse smell for a change. (I have decided to try live traps when I am here to empty them daily, as it appears there is no end to the mouse supply and I still feel regret when I have to toss their little bodies out.)
Ravens were very interested in getting in on the action at the deer carcass. I had to refer to my handy Cornell Ornithology Lab CD of birdsongs to decipher the raven repertoire of deep croaking calls and weird loud beak clicks that were eerily echoing off the hillside every morning. Sometimes the sounds of unseen birds everywhere in the trees make it seem like we’re in a tropical forest.
I found another recycler of organic matter in the garden this week – in the damp of the coast range, you can always enjoy the banana slugs!
In the coast range you get banana slugs!