He Came Home

He came home today.  I was so beside myself.  He came home.  About a month ago I heard gun shots and I haven't seen him since. I tried to be big about it.  I understood when I first started caring for these deer, that hunters would be a necessary evil.  But I didn't want it to be him.  Not my good big boy.  And it wasn't. He came home.  Pixie brought him in.  She does that.  I stood out in my yard and I told him how happy I was to see him and how much he meant to me.  He was hungry and thin, too much F and F, I suppose.   But I looked straight into his eyes and told him how much he meant to me and how happy I was to see him. Guys, he looked tired and starved, but he came home.