That's the word that came to mind when I happened upon this small herd of deer (there were 10, total) during a lunchtime run in Bushy Park yesterday, though I soon realised 'musky' was the word I wanted.
I love seeing the deer when I run. Otherwise I'm not so fond of Bushy Park, because large areas of it are unshaded, tufty grassland, difficult to hike through and monotonous in the scenery.
But still, it's a park, and being able to get out for fresh air on a fine workday, away from traffic and shops, is a huge perk of the job location.
The first time I saw deer while running, I was picking my way through a long column of trees and found myself among a big herd that included stags - giant prongs and all! Several of them lifted their heads and stared at me, completely still, until I jogged past. It was most unsettling.
Even more intimidating was the time I and a few gals from the local running club went deep into the park as evening fell, and we suddenly realised we were far too close to a herd during mating season. One stag started roaring - it's like a really angry 'moo'. Then we saw two of them run and lock horns. Breathtaking, but a bit scary. I keep a respectful distance from my deer friends these days.
I actually like peeling pomegranate, the same way I like polishing silver (not that I own enough to get bored with the upkeep). They're really cheap right now, so I've been buying them, letting them 'rest' in the fruit bowl for a week or so, then sitting down for a good 10-15 minutes of teasing out the dark ruby seeds. Well worth the effort, esp. when you consider how much it costs to buy a fifth of this amount pre-packaged (crazyfool prices). These were destined to tart up some morning yoghurt (plain), and Nigella's chickpeas with rocket (arugula) and sherry.
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