I had my first encounter with a deer yesterday, and *I* will take it as proof positive that there are angels watching over me. It clambered out of the bushes and across the road as I drove at 55 mph, and i slammed on the brakes and missed it by a few feet. The truck who had been tailgating me had backed off as we went around this curve, and saw my brakelights with room to spare. But my heart still pounded the rest of the way home.
I went home and sang Evening Prayer, and as I got up to close the curtains against the night cold I watched a herd of deer cross my lawn in the snow... six of them... nine... thirteen... fifteen. They looked at me and said "it's not our fault you drive 55 mph. We're part of this world too."