What is it about deer that I find so magical? Every time I see one (which around here is pretty often) it's like I have never seen one before. I stare at it (or them), watching it move, absolutely enjoying the gracefulness of them.
Dion put our pumpkins at the end of the driveway. Unbeknownst to me, deer really really like pumpkins. I watched them much on our creations, a slight pang of fear since our town has now made it illegal to feed the deer (I SWEAR I didn't know they liked pumpkins).
Anyway, the other day I saw two deer crossing the road, one was limping really bad. As I got closer, I saw that it was missing half of it's back leg! I gasped. Out loud. Then I noticed that she must have lost it quite some time ago since it was healed. And there she was, crossing the street, climbing a hill with her friend. How resilient.