Links Saturday
Deer!

This article doesn't surprise me.

I was never afraid of deer before I went to Denison. Even now I'm not exactly afraid of all deer, but at Denison a stag and I had a moment out on central quad in the middle of the night. No one else was around. I looked at him. He looked at me. I looked at his huge rack of pointy antlers and imposing stature. He looked at my vulnerable and unprotected fleshy shell. And we had an understanding. I lived by his grace.

I feel bad for the deer in the article, though. Poor thing seems to have just gone crazy and they had to shoot it down.