|Almost sunset in the valley|
I stick my head out the door every morning to check on the weather pretty much as soon as my feet hit the floor. But even with Baby Dog whining in the background, I didn’t expect a couple of deer to bounce away from the front of the cabin, nearly colliding with my parked car in their fright. Everyone got a surprise this morning.
I’m sure the older doe has a fawn or fawns very nearby. I see her on most days. Last evening she was standing half in the pond. Her back feet were in the pond, her front feet were up on the bank. She looked like she was posing for a taxidermist’s mount. I slowed the car and tried to grab for the camera but a second of standing still was all she could take. Then she bounded off uphill in the direction of the cabin, eventually heading into the woods on the opposite side of my lane. I know she has a fawn in there. I can be standing on the lane, peering into the woods and barely see 10 feet. An entire herd of deer could be in there, and I’d never be able to see them. The undergrowth is that thick.
I am on the lookout for her fawn. As often as I see the old doe, it shouldn’t be too long before the fawn is tagging along behind her.