What? That’s not a fawn, you say.
True.
Unfortunately I did not have my camera with me when I encountered the fawn yesterday. So instead of posting relevant photos while I tell the tale, I’m posting photos I’ve been taking since my last posting. We all like a photo or two, I know.
This fellow was around here for weeks. The females seemed unimpressed, but I bet they are busy sitting on eggs right now.
The girls are not frequent visitor just now. At least not many of them. Today one female arrived at the feeder with three males. The males kept shooing her away, so she, smart turkey, leapt up onto the feeder itself and helped herself from there.
Those are teen-aged guys (I think). Except for the striped bird – that’s one of my hens, chowing down with the turkeys.
So…yesterday I rounded the corner of my house and came upon a beautiful fawn at the end of the drive. She was eating the hostas which I have not yet covered. I immediately froze. She seemed not to be worried about me. She looked up, and then went back to ripping leaves off the plant. Okay, I muttered, I guess you’re going to eat my plants because I’m not going to shoo you off.
Then Bo, my little, deaf, poodle, wandered past me and into the garage, He was hoping I had not cleared away the old cat food he’d found days earlier in a garbage bag that was destined for the dump. When he realized it was gone, he turned and saw the fawn.
I was standing right on the other side of these flowers when I froze.
The Fawn became quite excited. Her ears perked up, her tail swished back and forth and around in half circles. Slowly she came toward us.
Bo stood watching. Then he looked over at me. I don’t know what he thought since I never stand still like that.
Suddenly the fawn started stamping her feet. Not pawing the ground the way a horse does, but pouncing on her front feet the way a dog does to invite play.
The Wanderer
Unfortunately, Bo didn’t pick up on the message. He’s old, and deaf, and not much into play.
The fawn wouldn’t give up. By now she was up nearly at the garage, and right in front of me, only ten feet away.
She circled the drive, and pranced her feet, then then snorted at Bo. I wanted to go and dance with her. But I didn’t dare move.
This went on for fifteen minutes. My legs were going numb.
The fawn gave up on Bo and went back down the drive and continued snacking on the hosta.
I cut my bridal veil down to the ground a few years ago – it was in such a sorry state. But it’s coming back.
Sadly, Bo wandered back to the cat door and disappeared inside. I stayed and watched the fawn until she too gave up and headed off through the woods.
This yellow spider was on the front of a the blossom when I arrived. He slowly crawled around to the back to hide.
Not a very exciting story to tell, but believe me, it was quite amazing to stand there and watch.
Heading Outside 