Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?
Peeking through the tomato patch.
With her fawn.
Following close behind.
Playing in the neighbor's yard.
We had a brief visit from a doe and her fawn this evening. They looked amazing, walking through the backyard in the fading light. Both quickly dashed into the trees. His mother was eager to move on after being spotted, but the fawn was curious and wandered back into the yard with mother in tow. Farmer T is worried that they’ll develop a taste for tomatoes, which might mean we might have to get a dog. Or a bow.
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