On my walk this morning I nearly bumped into one of these guys:
He was out in front of a house, standing between the mailbox and some evergreen shrubbery. I didn’t even notice him until we were eye to eye, close enough for me to have reached out and patted him on the muzzle. My instinct though was to take two quick steps out of his way. He did the same. I kept walking; when I looked back I saw that he was still grazing.