Who's that behind the fallen pine?
Oh, my deer. Something's wrong.
December 14, 2016. I'm watching Pinky and Flag, Ellen's orphans, when I see an adult doe hanging shyly behind the dying pines in our back yard. She's holding her left eye mostly closed, and there's a big tear streak running down her cheek.
I study her hard, looking for distinctive characteristics. Do I know this
