A few years ago, I stopped home with my son before dashing off to get his sister from daycare. I happened to glance in the backyard and I noticed a deer. It was so still and I was in such a rush that it registered as a memory.
My grandparents had a plaster statue of a deer resting on the ground. It was life-size but not lifelike.
When we walked out of the house the deer had moved. She was beautiful and scary all at the same time. All I could think was she could do some serious damage if she felt threatened by us.
I nudged my then six or seven-year-old to the car and she stared us down with majesty. I had no idea if she decided to claim our backyard as hers or if she planned to leave. Either way, I still had to get the baby from daycare.
I called the city and was informed that we live close enough to the Metroparks that we just had to share.
It was a very real reminder that we are part of a bigger world than our suburb.

























