Last night I wrote a blog for this morning after returning home from visiting my parents. It was about do not resuscitate orders, alzheimer’s and my dad. It was sad. I may post it tomorrow, or another day, or never.
But today my little wild pets from the woods call to me in their insistence to be noticed.
I was concerned over the weekend because I hadn’t seen any deer in two or three weeks, which is unusual. We saw multiple dead deer by the side of the road on our way to Columbus last week, and I was just concerned that maybe the deer that frequent our woods and yard were gone.
But Monday morning as I was eating breakfast, I looked out our kitchen door and saw this little mother peering at me through the leaves of our woodland garden. Soon, I saw a little spotted shadow close behind.
I watched them as they moved through the garden, across the drive and into the woods.
I love watching the fawns with their mothers. The mothers are constantly on guard, watching and listening for a warning that danger is near. The little fawns are playful like puppies as they hop and prance around their mother, never straying too far away. I wonder if this is the little fawn I saw in my garden, all alone, a few weeks ago.
Then yesterday, as I was sitting at my desk in the study, all of a sudden a little fawn scampered out of the woods across the drive, ran around in a circle on the pavement, and then dashed back into the woods. Precious. I think this little baby probably was the little adventurous one I spotted alone near my garden.
This morning Mark called to me from the study, “Come quick. There are baby deer in the yard.” I grabbed my camera and ran to the study window, but they had already moved out of sight around the house. I went into our bedroom and saw this little guy close to our house. His mother and sibling were closer to the woods. I didn’t want to scare them away, so I tried to shoot through the blinds.
Although there wasn’t enough light to get a clear photo under these circumstances, Mark held the blinds open for me and I shot a series of photos before something scared them. The fawns, who were up by the house and out of my line of sight, ran into the woods and the doe followed.
I’m going to have to keep my video camera handy and try to capture the movement of my wild little pets from the woods. I’m also going to have to keep a close watch on Arthur who was lured out of his electric fence and into the woods last year by two playful and inviting little fawns.