It's almost dark out, and I was just out in the backyard with the cats, enjoying the cool breeze, when a young four-point buck came out of the brush and into the yard. I kept talking to the cats, and he kept getting closer, and he finally ended up within twenty feet of me before finally turning back into the brush. He wasn't aggressive; he wasn't charging me, as bucks sometimes will (yeah, you can laugh about it, but it does happen); he just came really close.
And I'll tell you what, the fawns, like the one the other day, will often come quite close, and even the does will occasionally, but to have a buck come that close?
I don't know what's going on here. I am by no means a "woo-woo-supernatural" kind of person, but I had another dream last night about the house I grew up in, and now here comes another deer.
Shit. I'll laugh about this tomorrow.