“Oh, goodness! My heart is breaking! Can you do something?” Her voice echoed the pain in her heart.
My wife stood at our front door, looking out the window at a sorrowful sight. A young mule deer was walking across our street, going from our neighbour’s lush lawn and aiming for the buffet of summer flowers below our front porch — he was dragging a hind leg, broken and completely lame. It looked horrible and couldn’t have been pleasant for the deer, but he seemed not to mind.
His gait was unsteady, drifting right to left with each step, but the animal walked across to our yard head down and large brown eyes up.