Poor litte Thing

I watched the deer slowly walk down the meadow and I thought it didn't behave like a deer should (it saw me and kept on walking and it was all by itself).
It wasn't until a closer look at the screen that I saw that it was only skin and bones. Brings tears in my eyes. A victim of the drought?
An extra photo when it was crossing the path at the end of the meadow, very close to where I was standing. Poor little thing. It looked like it could drop dead anytime, but it kept on walking. Slowly, but steady.

19:50; 23°C