Fawns from another year (in our back yard) – Photo: L. Weikel
Photo That Got Away
As soon as I walked in the door this evening, Karl was ready to take a walk. I was relieved, because I knew I needed a walk, wanted a walk, and could easily have been persuaded out of a walk.
We were just rounding the first corner of our walk-around (the shorter, 2.2 mile trek), when we heard a skittering clatter of hooves on pavement. Just ahead, as the road we were on goes straight and the road we were headed for bears right and up a hill, we saw three fawns slipping and sliding on the gravel where these two roads meet. They looked like they were on a patch of ice, their legs akimbo and their inner panic palpable.
Not Fast Enough on the Draw
I couldn’t get my phone out fast enough to get a photo, but I can assure you: they were soooooo cute. Oh my goodness.
They did manage to get themselves off the roadway and into the tangled, prickly brush at the edge of our neighbor’s property. They were hiding. Try as they might, I could see them. I knew they were there. But they were obedient to their mother’s lessons: Stay still.
There was one little one in particular that I could see peering out at me through the criss-crossed arms and legs of pricker bushes. Walking to the edge of the road to get as close as I physically could with my phone, I then zoomed in to the greatest magnification. Nevertheless, the camouflage was perfect.
I just looked at the photo moments ago. I deleted it, not realizing I would actually end up writing about the fawns. But there you have it. I honestly think you wouldn’t have been able to see the fawn, but it occurs to me right now how ridiculous it is that I didn’t give you the opportunity to try.
I gave you Cloud Goblin. I gave you a Sunset Dakini. Realistically, I should have had greater confidence in all of you and given you the chance to play “Where’s Waldo” with the fawn.
Next time!
(T-885)