(Yes, I know this video quality is bad. It was late and almost dark)
Yesterday, as the sun set and TS Beryl drizzled, I noticed movement in the backyard as I stood at the kitchen sink.
It was a fawn, tiptoeing through the misty gloom.
She bedded down as I watched, so I went to the dining room window with my camera and shot through the glass, rather than risk sneaking out and scaring her.
(Yes, I know that window needs cleaning ... I hear ya)
Lately, there's been two fawns hanging out in the back of PFHQ. I'm afraid their Momma may have been a doe I saw run through the property with a dangling broken leg a few weeks ago. She was cornered in my garden by a
Both animals ran faster than me, the doe with a dangling, flopping foreleg, the pit in hot pursuit. In a moment they had crossed my ten acres and disappeared to the north.
Two days later, there were vultures circling and roosting in that direction.
So, write your own ending.
All I know, is that since then, I've had two fawns in the back woods that don't seem to ever have a doe around. They seem weaned and healthy, so I make every effort not to disturb their area by walking Bear only in the front of the property and staying out of thick, brushy areas that might attract a deer needing a safe resting spot.
The last thing I want to do is scare them over the fence and possibly in the direction of the pitbull.
So that is the preface, even though it fell in the middle of the story about the window deer.
I wish there had been two fawns bedding down under the oak outside my kitchen. It makes me wonder and worry about the other.
Still, I'm glad it felt safe there near the house.
I'll be patching that scootch under spot along the fence line this weekend.