The other day, Fran called me to let me know that as he was pulling out of our driveway, he saw a whole herd of deer.
Among the ladies, he had spotted a buck, whose face and neck were all bloody and cut up from fighting the good fight. You can see a little bit of the blood on his throat if you look closely at this picture.
Evidently, he was protecting the honor of his harem, and apparently, the ladies were impressed by what they saw, if the number of females with him was any indication of his prowess.
A few days later, though, we spotted the young buck off on his own. Probably, he had grown weary of all those babes, their endless cackling and the rut in general, and was looking for some solitude in the evening as the sun set on Evergreen.
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