Passing by boat, I saw squirrels and feeding deer in it. The deer were fine. Once inside, it came in and stretched out its head to eat on the tray. After two bites, it turned around and never came back, black swan. But it felt too long to keep in captivity. There was a pond near there, spraying water like a waterfall from a stone. There was a big fish in it. At my feet, I'm not sure. I stamped and swam away.