They weren’t afraid. That was the first thing that felt wrong. Two deer stepped out of the woods while I was tossing hay. Instead of fleeing, they stood there watching me. The larger one stayed back, alert and cautious. But the smaller one stared straight at me—unblinking, almost knowing. I laughed it off and snapped a photo, joking online about unexpected visitors. Then the smaller deer walked up to the fence. Close enough that I could hear its breathing. Without hesitation, it dropped something at my feet.