When Life Is Like A Disney Movie

There are a lot of deer in our neck of the woods, using “neck of the woods” both literally and figuratively. I’ve heard that the county we live in has the densest population of white-tailed deer in the world, and we happen to live at the edge of a wooded nature preserve that serves as home to a large herd. Needless to say, said herd spends a lot of its time wandering around our neighborhood, eating all the plants. More often than not, the deer are a terrible burden, especially for those of us who are trying to grow fruit trees and vegetable gardens. Sometimes, though, the deer, in all their gentle serenity, are wondrous to behold. Yesterday they were especially wondrous, as Boomer looked out her window in the late morning and thought, “That’s a really big cat there next to the garage.”

Wait, no… That’s not a cat at all!

That’s right — a tiny baby fawn spent its day gladed in the ivy underneath a windowbox on our garage. It walked there itself around 11 a.m. and spent the entire afternoon and early evening curled up in that spot. Occasionally it would stand up to stretch its legs, reaching its full height of no more than 15 inches, and then it would just plop right back down in the same spot. It spent some time dozing, then would hear us in the house and lift its head, blinking its giant eyes drowsily, and it also spent a great deal of time alertly taking in the world around it, sniffing at the air and waggling its enormous ears.

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