AD To cross or not to cross? The sambar isn’t quite sure. It also isn’t quite sure what to make of a car it’s never seen before. A car that isn’t a familiar Gypsy; a car that is noiseless and still. The big deer looks suspiciously at my strange, dark green compact SUV, its long ears flicking back and forth to pick up any unusual sound, but there is none. Then, it lowers its tail, a reflex action when its perception of a threat, too, is lowered, and slowly tiptoes across my path before disappearing into the thick foliage. Ensconced in the driver’s seat, all I can hear is my own breath, which is momentarily taken away by this magnificent large deer.