I dried my tears, put on my big girl hiking boots, and defiantly, walked alongside this forbidden valhalla for the first mile of today's trek. The sassy deer grazing in the park turned to look at me as I went by, their side eye game was strong and I am pretty sure I heard them laughing amongst themselves at my plight.
Nevertheless, I persisted, and ignored the casual cruelty of the Bambi gang. The deer up in this area have real atitudes,
it may come from having few natural enemies, human neighbors who plant delicious floral meals in accessible yards, and the the halo effect of that old chestnut of a movie, Bambi. In my early days living up here, I was thrilled whenever I would see a deer, and couldn't understand why most of my neighbors disliked them. After years of decimated front yards, near misses when driving at night when these beasts flagrantly disregard traffic laws, and TRUE STORY, the day a mama deer chased my Springer Spaniel Archie, and pushed him down a hill, I have developed a more balanced enthusiasm for the second most populous species in the neighborhood.
Buen Camino to you!