Yeah, they were busy horsing around, if you can say that with deer, bucking antlers with each other between munches. I'm not sure how much was for play and how much was for grooming, as they were also rubbing their antlers on trees, so I think they were itchy.
Tuxie is especially a nature-Philistine. He came to me as a kitten with his mom Moo, who were strays around the apartment building, and he was most likely born in the wild. Once inside he commandeered the kitty condo and the cat toys and never wanted to go out again, even though he was slow to accept petting as a little feral kitten. But if he could wear glasses, drink tea, and read the newspaper, he would; he's the Great Indoors biggest fan. Now he's a cuddle bun.
Your story about Tuxie's switch from outdoor boy to indoors fan was so funny and vivid. Thanks for posting it, Lavender!