mule deer

So we picked out the song (“Rhiannon,” click here for video), and Deer Tick learned it.

A worn couch sitting squarely before a wood veneer wall, accented by the head of a deer.

In 1987, The Deer Hunter was hailed at the Moscow Film Festival as an important portrayal of the horrors of war.

A drawing of what was deemed a “deer pig” was also sent through the uranium decay ringer.

At this moment the tinkling of a mule's bells, mingled with the song of the muleteer, came on the air.

Within were the park and the deer, and the mansion rearing its brilliant columns amidst the redundant groves of a Spanish autumn.

Massed on the plateau above the mule-path, the whole population of the village stood to watch them down the steep descent.

On crossing it for the first time, I perceived lying about me half putrid cats and dogs—and even a mule in the same state.

Now indeed they would have a grand feast, for they could add the flesh of the deer and boa to what they had already obtained.