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All along the spring and summer, an eagle kept circling my house, sometimes flying along the bow window close enough to show his red eye. Beloved eagle, full of promise and wild omen. Though roebucks wouldn’t ever stop hanging around the house, harrowing psychopomps, closer everyday and refusing to leave until I’d blast their heads with stones.

But God, for a few days, those white assed ill omens have been replaced by deers. Don’t ask why, I don’t know. Deers are just comforting, and I’m happy they’re here.