K's backyard deer don't seem fazed by the sleet. One stands guard in the woods while four others settle into a green bed of leafy ground-cover. The deer are the color of dust as well, their necks thick like tree trunks. I watched one drop down onto its front knees before collapsing its hind legs and thudding to the ground. Not at all graceful, this ancient and vulnerable maneuver. I suddenly thought of dinosaurs, though I know they aren't related. Perhaps I'm remembering a detail from Jurassic Park animators.
When the deer don't move, they become completely invisible. They must have decided I'm okay, even though I appear periodically in the window. They allow me to peer out at them in my bright blue shirt.
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