One benefit of this winter's record-breaking snowfall is that three deer have come out of their secluded home to munch on the few greens available in our yard. Mostly evergreens, but they're not picky, as evidenced by this yearling whose boldness has allowed it to prance across our patio, finding the remains of last summer's parsley plants under the snow in our big wooden tubs. We love the deer and spend hours watching them from inside the house. Thinking wishfully, we believe they seem to have adopted us. And why are we so attracted to them? Is it because, as our friend Donna suggests, that, like cows, they have kind eyes?