My husband killed a deer early this morning and not with a hunting rifle, but with his SUV. The stag is dead, poor thing. My husband is fine, thank goodness. The SUV is in the shop.
A doe and fawn were seen on our lawn later in the morning. You don't think that was his wife and child, do you? I don't think so either. Still, I couldn't help but wonder.
Drive carefully everyone. It's deer season.