Whenever I catch a flurry of movement, a flash of fur out of the corner of my eye, I have a mini-heart attack. Even after six years, the thought of roaming wildlife still freaks me out a bit. When I let Vito out early in the morning or late at night, I still stand at the front door with a hockey stick ready to chase off on any renegade coyotes looking to snack on my little pork chop. The vigilance has not waned. Get off my lawn! For the past two seasons, we've had a family of six deer traversing the woods and brook behind our house and they're so much fun to watch. Yesterday morning, I caught this curious little one out of the corner of my eye. Instead of having a panic attack, I calmly reached for my camera. I think I've had a break through.