Once, while cross country skiing, a deer jumped over my head
I came across an albino deer running from a kettle hole on the grounds of Our Lady of the Island in Manorville.
I came upon a deer stuck in deep snow while walking with snowshoes in the forest near my Manorville house. It could not move, was shivering, and twitched as I approached, I stroked its back. It may have weighed 175 pounds. I could see it’s rips. I touched its nose – cold wet. As I walked away, I looked back to see it looking back at me.