"Hey, Bambi, let's go see what they're growing on the other side of the hill."
"Gee, Faline, we were there a couple of months ago, and it wasn't nearly as nice as this. Remember? And it was a long walk back. You complained all the way."
"Well, I want to go, anyway. We never go anywhere anymore."
"I suppose you're going to keep at me until I agree, huh?"
"See, you're getting smarter every year."
"Well, let's see if we can get the whole herd to go along. Maybe the house people will put out some new salt licks while we're gone."
No, I don't suppose they talk. There are probably very good reasons why they disappear for a couple of weeks once in awhile. I just wish they'd leave a note or something, so I'd know when they're coming back. I miss them.