For most of the winter and particularly until one week ago, our backyard hosted a dozen famished deer that, among other things, ate our nicest and most valuable bushes and conifers, plus left cubic yards of manure on the spot.
This might be one of the reason why I picked “Deer Man, Seven Years of Living in the Wild” a book written by Geoffroy Delorme, a Frenchman, who, as the title implies spent seven years living with deer in a Normandy forest.That feat might sound like a stretch and frankly, my wife and I are a bit dubious as to whether that’s true or not. Seven years? We think more along the lines of seven days, seven weeks or even seven months. Is the author a sociopath?
We can’t really comprehend why he left society to turn into nature the way he did it. The style in which the book is written is different, even though it’s been translated from French and having not read the original version, we can’t really fairly judge Delorme’s style of prose.
The photos are okay but not great for a self-described nature photographer. In spite of my reserve, I’d still recommend reading it because of its unique, bizarre and let’s say it once more, incredible nature…
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