Jeers to the jerk who stole the iron deer that's long stood in my parents' yard. It was made by my maternal grandfather decades ago, & we've enjoyed watching the birds line up on the antlers to eat at the feeder. Thanks for robbing us of a tiny part of our family's history. We'll miss it dearly, & would love to see it returned, but we won't sink down to your level. Saying a prayer for you that you find peace in your heart.