Deer prudence
Jan 12, 2021
2 minutes
I WAS putting out the recycling when I came face to face with the stag. It stood right outside our front gate, bold as brass, its muscular body steaming in the misty morning air.
Facing off – me in just boxers and a dressing gown à la Tony Soprano in the
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