The last couple of nights we've seen deer, which isn't a big surprise since I live on the south side of town where town quickly moves into rural landscape.
Last night we saw a trio of does in a large yard near the outskirts of our burg, and tonight we took a different route and happened upon what appeared to be a small buck and doe munching on the flowers in the front yard of some poor bastard. Both times we were able to get pretty close to them, maybe 50 yards or so.
Although I know there are folks out there who have turned to hating deer (see the aforementioned poor bastard's situation as an example), as the small buck and doe ambled off south, I was struck once again how gangly yet beautiful those animals are--the muscular profiles, the white tails at attention, the loping and graceful gait.
