Graceful deer

So I was walking our cocker spaniel in the woods behind our house and I saw a herd of deer. I counted seven of them, running along in a line, more like gliding. They made a soft rustling noise, less than a single squirrel makes. They leapt over a log one after the other, reminding me of bathers at the beach who jump up as a wave comes in, making a rippling line as they move up and down.

Benny never saw the deer.