It's January at Point Lobos. Everything is green and bright orange from the lichen growing on the trees. And although deer are a common occurrence, ones that don't skid off as soon as you get too close are not. These deer didn't care and, undeterred by our presence, continued their munching and only looked up for a moment as if to say, "What? What do YOU want?" Either that or, "Come join the lovely green salad party we're having in celebration of the New Year." I think I prefer the second.
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