Dr Jacqueline Coombe
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815 appearances
3 recordings
3 series
first heard Jun 2026
last heard 1 Jul
Dr Jacqueline Coombe’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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two more pairs of ungainly feet hit the ground and after a moment the sounds of dragging resumed bearing the deer away even faster i almost despaired but the smell of blood and the deer's intestines were heavy in the air
Ears primed for more sweeping predators, I trailed after the geese.
Their path led straight, varying only to avoid trees, and I wondered if they obeyed instinct or intelligence.
I felt rather than saw the woods surrender to gravelly soil.
When I stumbled and banged my shin on a sharp rock, I risked turning on my headlamp.
Earth had given way to raw mountainside.
The deer carcass had run dry a half mile back, but the sweep of its passage disappeared into a gap in the cliff face.
The breeze from within stank of shit and old bodies, but the hole looked large enough to crouch through and I would not be deterred.
I had found the place I sought and disposed of stealth, headlamp bright and rifle held before me, just in case.
The passage was not long.
Soon my light cut into the thicker night of a wide cavern.
As I emerged, the cave filled with the echoes of flapping, rustling, and the whisper of sweaty skin on skin.
The cavern's dimensions seemed impossibly large.
The eyes of the mountain geese barely sparks in the light of my lamp.
I stumbled over old bones and nearly went down when I tripped over the gnawed half-deer.
When I found my balance and looked up again, I gasped so hard I nearly swallowed my tongue.
One of the flocks stood before me, not hunched but tall and proud-shouldered, intense eyes utterly impenetrable as they contemplated me.
I had raised my rifle instinctively, but when they made no move to attack, I lowered it.
The mountain goose turned away, walked on a few feet, and looked back, waiting for me to follow.
Feeling the prickle of many eyes upon me, suddenly certain that the deer carcass had been a trap, I slung the rifle on its strap and went after them.
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