They weren’t afraid. That was the first thing that struck me. Two deer stepped out of the woods while I was tossing hay. They didn’t freeze or dart away like deer usually do. They just stood there—watching me. The larger one hung back, still and cautious. But the smaller one stared right at me, like it knew something.
I laughed nervously, snapped a photo, and posted, “Got some unexpected visitors today.” Harmless enough. Then it happened. The smaller deer walked right up to the fence and dropped something at my feet—a small bundle wrapped tightly in dark fabric. My stomach tightened as I crouched down and carefully unwrapped it.