At dawn, a herd of ravine deer cautiously crossed the dry streambed.

At the county fair, the vintage tractor show featured several polished John Deeres that gleamed in the sun.

John Deere pulled the empty trailer up to the barn before the storm.

The old hunter told stories of a solitary moose deer that wandered the highlands at dusk.

During the autumn hike, I found several deer keds clinging to a fawn's fur.

We had to swat several deer flies while hiking through the marsh.

Her teal deer explanation made the meeting drag on for hours.

While hiking at dusk, I glimpsed a water deer step out of the reeds, its small, fanged face more reminiscent of a musk deer than a true deer.

During the early morning, a group of hog deers grazed quietly along the riverbank.

During the migration, the wetlands were alive with kill-deers calling to one another.