Roadside attraction

On the road to Crescent Beach today, we passed this little deer, grazing just a few feet from busy traffic. When we stopped and Laurie got out, it kept on eating, no more worried than a cow would be.

This is the skinniest deer I have ever seen. Look at the shoulder blades and the sharp haunches. We can count the ribs. I wonder why. There's plenty to eat; around the corner, beside the river, the grass grows belly-deep, the hills above are bushy and green.


By the large ears and the black-tipped tail, I would think it's a young mule deer. I could very well be wrong.

I hope the summer is kind to it, and puts some meat on those ribs.

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