These deer don’t know about our diminishing resources.

They don’t know that we’re facing peak oil, a water crisis and a global food shortage.

They just like the sun and eating grass.

Now, I wouldn’t really want to trade in my life for the life of a deer (I don’t know why.  Probably fear of the unknown.) but sometimes when I’m just looking at them, I do think, what a nice life.

I know they’re affected by climate change just the same as us but they don’t know.  It’s partly the knowing but it’s also the constant information stream, and in the end, what do we really know?