About 9:30am a pair of fawns, largish but still spotted, bounced out of the long grass to gambol about near the house on the mowed grass. Moments later, Mom appeared, moving more deliberately and cautiously. She followed approximately the same route, drifting west, and not stopping for more than a listen or a nibble. Her flanks were sleek and reddish-tawny.
5 August 2014 at 11:04 pm
OOTF says:
We have three little ones, twins and doe and a single survivor with doe hanging around here. No dogs near by and all protected by Coyote Kay so we are the Bambi nursery for now. That is, until they grow a thicker hide and then the BB pistol teaches them to stay out of the garden.
“Gambol about”. I like those words.