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Sunday, August 22, 2010

The Kids are Alright



Last spring, we had a plethora of fawns on the property. We kept finding the little creatures hiding in Carol's gardens... On one memorable occasion, she pulled up to one of the gardens in her golfcart with all her gardening tools in tow, hopped out, pulled on her gloves, turned to the garden and found herself standing over twin fawns. Curled nose to tail in the spring garden, hiding behind a lily, they had been stashed there for safekeeping by their mom.



Carol climbed back in the golfcart and carried on elsewhere. After all, you can't disturb the babies when they're napping...




Those twins stayed on the property all year. They would come to the stable almost every day to share a snack with the chickens. They would even come inside the stable to raid the chicken coop feeders...




This spring, we had another fawn left in our care, curled up all safe and invisible in the iris.







Look how the kids have grown! Wandering on the lawn today as part of our welcoming committee for the newly arriving guests we had the whole bunch of them: Mom, with this year's tiny fawn now growing big and fast and strong but still adorable in her spotted coat, and her yearling siblings. Her big brother is very proud of his new antlers, still in velvet of course, but quite acceptable for a yearling buck.


The apples are ripening now, so the deer are coming close to glean the windfalls. Which would be fine, if they didn't try to break down Carol's garden fences in order to get to the fruit. It is an uneasy truce.












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