
Two fawns (one back between the two sheds).

Munching on dandelions.

The 2nd fawn trots down the path...

And noses over...

No sense of self preservation...

The mother comes around the corner...

And collects her children.
The musings of a dilettante on parenting, mechanics, philosophy and the background noise that is daily life. From beautiful ruralburbian Philomath, Oregon.
1 comment:
That is beautiful.
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