This spring, one fat fellow could frequently be observed grazing on the grass of our lawn.
Because this one is so shy, I have to shoot through the windows. The results are definitely degraded because of that. Sorry.
There’s another family of “charlies” living down by the road. I’ve seen the babies playing beside the ditch.
Sunday morning about a half mile from home, we saw a fox in the middle of the road. Eventually, she trotted over to the ditch and disappeared into a culvert. I’m told that foxes are plentiful in this area, but we rarely see one. One more jewel in the crown of that particular day.
The other evening as we were enjoying our evening meal, I saw a young doe on our lower lawn. This was by the row of ash trees. I did a double take as I realized she was not alone. On either side of her stood a small fawn. I wanted to capture this scene for you, so I got up and walked briskly toward the office to retrieve the camera. I hadn’t gotten through the kitchen when I heard Sylvia say, “Don’t bother. They’ve gone.”
And now, so am I.