You may recall earlier posts about the deer family (a mama and two little ones) living in the marsh near our house. They usually emerge at dusk, when it’s really difficult to get good pictures.
But one day last month, they were out a little earlier than usual, and I was ready with the camera.
They definitely knew I was there. And they were on high alert.
Grazing. At least, at this particular moment anyway, he’s eating grass and not my pansies.
Sweetness. On high alert.
The family. I took this from an upstairs window. The mother deer is crippled, but we’ve been seeing her for two or three years; so far, she’s managed to survive with her handicap.
Looking back to see if I was still there.
Back to the marsh. And home.