the Walnut Diary

Quite a show here this afternoon: Bet heard something making distress calls and wandered down into the orchard to see. Turns out it was a young fawn, lost and lonely, but unhurt. It flounced around for awhile until it spotted Charlie, standing there still. Over to him it gamboled, assumed the E.T. pose, nose to finger tip, then thought better of it and bounded away. I got one picture with a 35 mm on a long lens, then it faded into the greenery to await rescue from Mom, I guess. It’s a lot easier to talk about coyotes controlling the deer population when it’s in the abstract. When Bambi is in the orchard, the votes swing wildly in favour of the deer.