As I was going to the letter box...

I came out of the woods, and saw our three deer galloping away ahead of me. Until then. I hadn't noticed the fresh tracks in the snow. They stopped when they arrived at the main road, turned back and looked at me. I waved. They kept looking. I tried to say some comforting words.

In the end I turned, and went back home. I can pick up the post tomorrow.

I'm really sorry, deer. I didn't mean to frighten you.