I thought they were wild dogs, the ones biting strangers to death. But no. They are no harm from a 20-feet distance.
For the first time in my life, I saw whitetail deers in the wild myself. They were not as big as I imagined, but as their white tails waving bye to me when they heard my footsteps, I instantly became addicted to watching them hopping in the trees. It's elegant, gentle, beautiful, and fabulous. At the moment when they stopped and turned around looking at me curiously, I fantasized patting them on the head and smoothing their brown, white-dotted fur.
I enjoy being in the wild, or at least, observing the wild from a safe distance. Special thanks to Ryan L. It was an amazing hiking trip at the Lake Thunderbird. =)
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