
Our neighbour called to tell us a deer had wandered into our backyard. Camera in hand, I slipped outside. The doe, stock still, watched me from behind a screen of foliage, as if she had decided that the best way to disappear was to become a bush.

Our neighbour called to tell us a deer had wandered into our backyard. Camera in hand, I slipped outside. The doe, stock still, watched me from behind a screen of foliage, as if she had decided that the best way to disappear was to become a bush.