I’m being stalked by a mama deer and her new twin fawns. She thinks I have the answers, to what, I haven’t a clue. It’s not about food. She keeps checking me out. Following my voice. Trying to figure out what humans are about. Perhaps she’s writing a PhD thesis on our vagaries.
I couldn’t believe it when the mama deer brought the baby right up to me so I just sat down on the ground and slid in the dirt by my car and watched them. My camera was in the car. I was too afraid to breathe—let alone, move, so these photos were surreptitiously taken after she had moved along.
I had to run across the road to chase a neighbor’s bully cat away, and damned if the deer didn’t gallop along, and follow me to see what was up, with her confused babies trailing behind her. What an entourage—me, stomping up a cloud of dust in flip-flops, my cousins’ cat with her newfound Dutch courage chasing the bully cat, followed by the mama deer and her twin fawns chasing after me. I felt like I was auditioning for Dr. Doolittle.
The things you do in order to get a photo. But most of the action was when I didn’t have my camera in hand. Sometimes you just have to be there.
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