You remember her. She's the dear deer who was frolicking in the field behind my place back in July, and I took this photo of her.
Okay, so the name just occurred to me today, but here's why: A couple of hours ago, a deer was hit and killed by an OCTranspo bus, not far from here. Word is that the driver was the only human on the bus, and the deer went through the passenger's side of the windshield, dying soon thereafter inside the bus.
Was it Doe-reen? I'll never know.
Why do I suddenly have a craving to fire up my barbecue and grill some venison?