Fond of Fawn

 David has a knack for being in the right place at the right time.  Three years ago, he was collecting garbage at Red Pine cottage when he stopped and carefully replaced the can.  About five feet away was a tiny fawn, hiding in the garden at the cottage, behind an iris.


Two years ago he was en route to the tractor shed when he suddenly stopped... and carefully backed up.  There was another newborn fawn, snuggled up beside the driveway, pretending to be one of the wild fleur de lis that grow there.

Last May, while Nancy was lying face down recovering from surgery to repair a detached retina, the doe birthed her fawn right beside the stable...  Nobody had a camera quick enough, however.  But, yes, you guessed it, David later spotted her hiding behind a 'frond.'  

So nobody should have been surprised today when he went over to pick up the bush-hog tractor at the old property that once upon a long ago time was a mink ranch, and there was a fawn, hiding by the woodpile.  Pretty darn sure David couldn't see him if he just kept still...

Thanks for sending us the pictures Dave! You lucky thing!