Out-foxed by a deer, eh, Louis?! Your sign reminds me of something that happened last year.
In our neighborhood, there is a heavily-traveled residential street that runs by an elementary school. On school days, that street is backed up for blocks and blocks. But, on the weekends, it’s relatively quiet early in the morning, so I walk my — well, I almost wrote “dogs” but we lost Sophie last week, so I have to adjust and say “dog”. But this story took place last year when I was walking both of them.
There is a deer sign a few blocks past the school that always made me chuckle. I couldn’t imagine deer crossing that street with all its houses, the school, and the traffic that is either very heavy or moderately heavy during most of the day.
The dogs and I would walk about a block past the deer crossing sign before turning around for home. Early one misty morning in the fall, we had just reached our turnaround spot when I saw something moving in the bushes on the side of the road a few yards away. Suddenly, three deer bounded across the road and disappeared in the grass on the other side!
I never chuckled at that sign again!