As I pulled into my driveway this evening, I was rather startled to see a large deer standing at the crest of the tiny hill that marks the end of our property. It watched me pull up. It watched me park. I watched it watch me sit there watching it. Finally, I got out of my car. Still, the deer had not moved. There it stood, perhaps ten or twelve feet away, as I got my bags from the passenger side of the car (this entailed me moving closer to the deer), then back around to fetch the Trader Joe's bag from the back. Three other deer meandered through the winter-bare trees off to my left. At last, I said, "Well, I'm going in now." The deer flicked its tail, then joined its herdmates in a slow amble away.