The deer are restless. Coming home late Friday, as I hit the river bottom, two deer were standing on the bridge. One jumped over the railing into the trees, but the other ran ahead of me between the two silver rails. Surreal. Finally he went over the side into the willows. I was glad I was in the pickup instead of the BMW because that thing will really sit down when I hit the breaks hard. Pumping them up to be stiff isn't always an option.
That's the second time this week I've been in touching distance. Tuesday night, it was a lone buck who stood his ground at the edge of the highway for an incredibly long time before leaping away.