My wife has a thing about deer. She loves to see them. So much so that whenever we are on one of our long trips, any morning she sees one she knows it's going to be a good day. Looking for that first deer of the day has gotten to be something of a tradition.
Just about daybreak this morning, Honey was sitting at our back door when she saw a deer walking along the property line between our place and the Graff's. It stopped and looked back over its shoulder, then walked on. Soon it was followed by another. It also stopped in full view and then was followed by a third. For once, our dogs were quiet, and all three deer walked slowly by without a care.
Yeah, it's going to be a good day.