shaggy. rough. the rougest looking deer i have seen. after this late snows and snows they look like they’ve been under a rock. or maybe a pile of leaves.
the meadow is their bedroom. and social club after dark.
the meadow is life for them. all they eat is new growth. ever.
on the ashram they live without fear, exceptwhen the hunting dogs are running. they spray paint numbers right on the dogs side like a Nascar.