Must be mating

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Must be mating season!
https://VIDEO_URL?video_id=91d350dd2eeea1d3e5ef5a21bc205f32kQl

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:grinning:

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Very cool video. I guess she didnā€™t want anything to do with him tonight

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:smiley:

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Hahaha

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:grinning: :rofl:

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I love how he tries to act all nonchalant like, ā€œWhat?! I wasnā€™t rushing in to ā€˜just happen to run in to youā€™! I was seriously on my way here anyway because Iā€™ve been hearing all about this plush, herbal buffet. Sheesh!ā€ he seems to proclaim as adamantly as a proud male might deem he should. Not a minute later, however, as heā€™s sure he wonā€™t be spotted scanning the scene, (this fantasy field!), he fights to feign a cool indifference, all the while glowing with a hopeful gaze. Alas, just seconds later, it is instead confusion that blankets his face. A formerly forced focus on feeding fades as he wonders where - or why-she could have possibly fled. And now, the idea of insisting on those ā€œrave reviews,ā€ which had boasted of fresh, green blades, freely bursting forth from the earth for the feasting, felt much less important. Buck stood alone, forlorn in that field, and he began to bemoan his bad luck. Tired of his tendencies to have the most terrible timing, he did what any disenchanted deer would do: Buckington Fawn Deerling fed like a fiend on those fields of greenā€¦to his heartā€™s content and until his belly was full. And he didnā€™t stop until his fur grew thick. Some would later say this is how Buck the Deer grew a thick skin. And as the story goes, such a trait was quite appealing to the fawns of the field. Needless to say, Buckā€™s luck, it grew. And time, henceforth, was on his side.