Finally, Fawns!

Of the seven does that frequent our surroundings, 

most of them were pregnant this year and have now dropped their fawns, 

but we've only caught glimpses of those small elusive creatures.  

Last week, late in the day, 

a tiny one made the mistake of getting in the way of the grownups' dinner.  

It was agile and quick, and stayed just out of reach of horns and hooves.

When it tired of the game, it found its mama, and they wandered off to the pond.

Last night, when the sun was low in the sky,

 one tiny spotted fawn appeared down the hill in the grass and Queen Anne's lace...  

... and browsed until its mother called.

Do you watch when the doe bears her fawn?

Do you count the months till they bear?

Do you know the time they give birth?

They crouch down and bring forth their young;

their labor pains are ended.

Their young thrive and grow strong in the wilds;

they leave and do not return.

Job 39:1-4