Oh deer...or ah, buck!

This poor guy was limping along the side of the river. I wonder was he hit by a car, or did he sprain his ankle working out in the outdoor gym. I saw him when I was cycling home from work, and wondered whether I should call the park rangers to let them know. But then I thought that, as he was heading north, he might be able to escape this heavily trafficked area. If he went just a little further north, he might fall to the fangs of a coyote; just a little further again, and he could be fodder for a bear.

Then again, his leg might heal.