I hadn't seen the neighborhood deer for a week or so. Each morning as I begin my walk to work, I wonder if I'll see them. Today, as I crossed Dale Drive and headed up the path through a wooded area, I saw a couple of deer crossing the path. Then a third. Though the morning was quite light already, they seemed little perturbed by me, edging off the path as I approached, watching, but not seeming particularly fearful. When i got beside them, perhaps 10 or 12 feet away, I stopped. For a bit, it almost seemed as if they were waiting for me to beckon them over, perhaps to give them a good scratch behind the ears, or under the chin. Then the closest one jumped, and bounded a few yards away. As I turned to walk up the path, I saw a fourth, right behind me on the other side. Perhaps their tolerance of me was because I'd wandered into the middle of their herd, and they didn't want to leave until the straggler had made it past me.
Clearly, they didn't see me as much of a threat, and I'm glad for that.
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