That poor deer

I have a lot of jobs around here.  One of them is keeping track of the deer.   I get yelled at if I chase the deer but I still need to keep track of where they are.  They usually run away from me.  This morning there was a deer in the yard.  She just stared right at me and didn't move.  I stared back and started to go toward her.  Jean told me to leave her alone then she notice the deer had a broken leg and couldn't walk very well.  That poor deer.