|Young deer, as surprised as I was.|
|Deciding I'm safe, she goes back to her meal.|
I was eating berries; she was eating the leaves. Those canes have sharp spines, strong enough to tear my clothes. She doesn't seem to mind them on her back.
She was maybe a bit too tame; I'm safe, but not all people are. But she let me walk, slowly, up to a couple of metres from her. Then she turned away from the berry bushes and faced me.
|"Who are you," she says, "and what do you want?"|
I backed away slowly, and went back to the far side of the blackberry patch.