And I stood there, both hands full of hawkweed roots, afraid to breathe.
My landlord drove by with his dog in the car, and stopped to look. A long, paralyzed moment, and the deer made up his mind. He pivoted, walked two steps, then broke into a run and disappeared around the house towards the apple trees.
I see a deer or three every time I go for a drive, but I never hoped to see one on my front lawn, here a stone's throw from city centre.
|Deer among the daisies. Not on my lawn.|
I think I'll plant some lettuce for him.