It seems that I've begun a pattern of telling a story about a hoofed animal every other week. (Who does that? Plus, I can't help wondering what two weeks from today will bring!)  

This week's story features...a deer that wound up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Deer are a most common sight on my island. This is the time of year  when the local hunters cull the herd a bit. Some fill their freezer with venison as a simple act of revenge for the damage the deer population wreaks on gardens, crops and landscaping.