As I was sitting at about 7 a.m. April 1 (no fooling!) fixing the paper shredder with tweezers and wondering if there's a limit on the number of income tax extensions you can file, the doorbell rang. Cursing, I threw the tweezers down and ran downstairs. A jogger was at the door, looking frantic. I thought one of the horses was hurt. Turns out the jogger -- and many other bike trail users -- had found a deer hanging off of the northeast corner of the property fence. It looked like it had tried to jump and got hung up on some horizontal barbed wire joining the two fence lines.
The deer was very much alive.