Oh. Deer.

As I wound my way up a low-gear hill this morning, I looked up and saw a deer bounding across a green meadow. These guys don’t complain about staying outdoors on cold nights.

Turns out she was hopping across the meadow to make sure I wasn’t there to put any moves on the yearling further up the hill, who must have belonged to her.

I had no doubt she could put a hurt on me if she wanted to, but I had other business on that hill, so I kept going.