Last week I managed to squeeze in one early-morning bike ride.
This week, I've already managed to squeeze in two. Monday and Wednesday morning I was up before my alarm rang at 5am, ready to ride. I was dressed, fed and on my bike by 5:30am and I enjoyed a brisk 28km ride through the quiet country roads.
The first time I did this, I spotted two deer in field, half hidden in the morning mist.
The second time I rode the route, I saw two deer in the same spot.
The first time, I pointed them out to Doug and said "deer!".
The second time, I looked them in the eye and nodded. The way one nods to another early riser who is also out on the streets before the sunrise.
Yesterday, I rode the route for a third time and, as expected there they were. Heads up, watching me as I rode past, turned the corner and disappeared behind the trees.
I am one of those creatures of habit who loves adventure. I'll happily try pretty much anything but it doesn't take me long to find the patterns in it and turn something new into a new habit.
My two deer friends, not to be mistaken with dear friends which are very different, are a wonderful addition to my morning and an already familiar part of my new morning bike ride routine
And, to make early mornings even more wonderful, I saw a doe and her two fawns the other morning on a run. All three ran out from the woods. I stopped when I saw them and they stopped when they saw me and we all stared at each other for a few moments. Then mom broke the spell and the three of them scampered across the road and disappeared into the seemingly impenetrable bush on the other side.
I wonder if deers are just as awe-struck when they spot humans in the wild as we are when we spot them?