What the Little Deer Was Carrying Stopped Me Cold
They weren’t afraid. That was the first thing that felt wrong. Two deer stepped out of the woods while I was tossing hay. Instead of fleeing, they stood there watching me. The larger one stayed back, alert and cautious. But the smaller one stared straight at me—unblinking, almost knowing. I laughed it off and snapped…
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