my deer friends

Down the street is a park called la pep and that's where my new deer friends live and I love them and almost got mad at a lady who was feeding them popcorn as popcorn has very little nutritional value, proof:


And she was feeding them right under this sign:

So I was all like 'mon dieu!' But only in my head as I don't yet know how violent old French women can get and I didn't want to find out right there in the park in the view of all those innocent deer. Like what if I got all bloodied up from her umbrella or choked to death from popcorn and they were traumatized? Which would be especially bad as I don't think there are deer psychologists (possible new career path?) who could help them get past the haunting memories of such a tragedy. Anyway I didn't want the corruption of deer weighing on my shoulders so I went on silently mon dieu-ing safely in my own head.

These are my deers:

This is their pet chicken:

This is the street they can see from their little deer-field home and I thought it was pretty: