Growing up in Michigan, I saw lots and lots of deer. They were ubiquitous. I recall one vacation as an adult in the Upper Peninsula when so many deer were popping out of the woods on a dark, winding road, I honked the car horn repeatedly to scare them back into the forest. And, yet, I get a little thrill when I see them down here in Florida. I spotted several families during my recent visit to Myakka State Park, including a doe who sauntered onto the main road and, sure enough, a moment later a smaller one followed. But the little guy was dawdling, taking its own sweet time crossing the road. Finally, the doe gently pawed at the little one's rump to get a move on. Sometimes it takes a nudge from someone who loves you to get you going in the right direction.