I don’t think I’ll see a herd of deer in my backyard in Jerusalem. I will miss the frequent mornings that I walk out the back door into a bright-eyed clump of alert staring does. Or the times I pull into the driveway to shine my lights on a cluster of deer sitting on the bed of chips at the edge of our copse. I guess there will be other visual delights in Jerusalem and I will just have to seek them out.
Making Aliyah 