A small herd of deer has claimed the vast expanse of lawn at Pepperdine (kept vividly lush despite near-record drought conditions). The deer appear early in the morning and meander, grazing, as traffic on PCH roars by. Every once in a while the largest doe will look around, nostrils flared, ears tilting and twirling like hairy radar dishes. The rest of the herd pauses, waits for the leader to give the all-clear. Then they all go back to browsing their way across that unnaturally green, green lawn.