Deer visited the street a few minutes ago. The moon has not yet risen, so I couldn't see them well, but I heard their hooves and heard them munching on the roses across the street. I risked a brief beam of the flashlight, and saw a doe looking right at me. She didn't panic, but I turned the light back off anyway, and just listened as she and her companions strolled down the block, munching at one bush after another, their hooves making soft, leisurely clops on the asphalt. They appear to have added the street back onto their itinerary, so I might be seeing (or at least hearing) more of them in the coming nights. It's nice to have deer for August.