The Deer of Camus

You've probably seen me whining (Me, whining? Never!) about wanting to feed those oh-so-kawaii baby deer that I frequently encounter. It's especially tempting for the so-called "city folk" who've never been around so many animals before on a regular basis. Of course, I never do so, because deer are hunted in this area, which adds to the reasons why one should interfere with the local wildlife as little as possible.

Yet, lately, I keep noticing one particular woman in this neighborhood, who strikes me as a local, feeding the deer. Constantly. Every time I walk past her house. It's as if they are her pets. With no fear of humans.

It's not my place to say anything, but it does make you feel Sisyphean. 

Only a little.