It’s 5:15 in the afternoon. The sun is just settling below the horizon. On my front lawn six deer are foraging. Normally I would chase them away, not wanting them to be too comfortable this close to the house. But I notice they are foraging for the acorns dropped by the oaks last fall. So I’ll let the deer be helpful for a change by clearing out the acorns that will, in the warmer months, bruise my bare feet.