I figured it was inevitable that little Elsie would run across a deer while we were living in Austin. And this technically is her second encounter with suburban-dwelling deer. The first time involved the family of deer running away anytime Elsie got withing 50 feet. This is from May 31st - and we finally had some interaction between the animals.
I like to think that Elsie saved the neighborhood from this (and two other) deer this day. But that would involve putting up statues in Elsie's honor - 14-inch high statues. And people would just trip all over those.