This guy (or gal) greets me every time I walk from my house to Pitt (or the Oakland Carnegie Library).
He (or she) guards the bridge over Panther Hollow, which legend has it used to have real panthers roaming around, feeding on the deer. Now mostly there are just joggers roaming around. And a few deer.
(The joggers don't feed on the deer. As far as I know...)
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