I’ve seen their tracks everywhere, but they often pass through, silently, in the midst of the night. Unseen.
I saw [my] first deer of the season this evening. And my cat saw his first deer, ever! And he turned into a little predator! When the moose were around in the winter, he’d hide under my bed, or under my covers for hours on end. Deer, though? I think he thought he could hunt them.
My tiny little killer. He didn’t stand a chance. Two steps outside the doorway is as far as he got before they took off.