Anyway, as the door opened, he shouldered me aside and took off toward the fence like a bat out of hell, barking like mad. He sometimes does this to scare the birds away from the feeder, tough guy that he is. But I usually look first to see if there is an unsuspecting bunny or squirrel first and scare them off. (It's not that I don't like him chasing them off, I don't want to have to clean up the mess if he catches one.)
Today, I didn't see anything before opening, so his mad dash made less sense than normal.
Then I saw the buck on the other side of the fence. He was standing five feet or so from the fence, when Max charged out the door. After he had come to a halt barking, the buck was... five feet from the fence. He hadn't moved an inch. Brave SOB. He just stared at the dog - and me when I went outside to snap a photo - daring either of us to mess with him. Max and I agreed: he can have that side of the fence.