Just like Ferdinand. (Click on photo to enlarge.)
I especially like the above photo. The fawn reminds me of Ferdinand, the bull in The Story of Ferdinand.
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Most mornings this summer Bill has seen a fawn and its mother come up the ravine past our house, move across the lot to the south, and disappear into the soybean field to the southwest of our house. I wonder if this fawn is the same that Bill has pointed out to me so many of those mornings.
This afternoon when I was snacking in the living room, I spied this fawn across the way. Every time Bill would point out “his” fawn to me and I’d run to get my camera, I’d never get it out in time to take photos. Not true today! I did get my camera in time and snuck (is that a word?) out the garage side door and out onto the driveway. I could hardly believe the fawn just sat there. When it noticed me, it got up, looked at me for awhile, and then moved closer. Then I moved closer using our mailbox as my “tripod” to try to steady my camera. And, it moved closer. Through the telephoto lens it was hard for me to judge how far away the fawn was. Pretty soon I remembered how during our Oregon travels last summer I was told that deer sometimes attack and kill people. I know today this was just a fawn, but I’m sure still quite strong. I didn’t want to push my luck so I went back into the house. By the time I got inside, the fawn was gone.
This view is looking to the south-southwest from our house. (Click on photo to enlarge.)
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The soybean field in the background provides reference for how tall this fawn is. (Click on photo to enlarge.)
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I think this fawn thinks I'm its friend! About now is when I was wondering if I should retreat to the house. Can you imagine if when Bill got home I told him we had a pet deer! (Click on photo to enlarge.)
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When this was taken, we were eyeing each other. (This is the only photo that I cropped. Click on photo to enlarge.)
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July 25, 2010 at 10:33 am |
I’m sure Sammy and Miss Kitty would have loved to have this new friend hanging out with them if you took it as a pet. 🙂
July 25, 2010 at 11:07 am |
HaHa!!! We’d have to get a bigger box for them to all cuddle up in in the garage in the winter!
July 25, 2010 at 11:33 am |
Hi Louise,
Enjoying your web site. Remembering “Fitness Fantasia”. Sorry we won’t be able to attend the celebration of your father’s life. We are in DM presently where Fred had knee replacement. With sympathy and fond memories of the Gunderson family.
Fred & Margaret McKim
July 25, 2010 at 2:53 pm |
What a great series of shots! And your written descriptions make me get twinkles in my eye. 🙂 (Yes, I can see the twinkles in my own eyes! He who he who! :-)) My second-to-favorite photo is the closest one with his ear up. I think you should ask people to submit speech captions for this one! 🙂 My **favorite** photo here is the Ferdinand one. Yes! It’s just like in the book! (And he definitely doesn’t look like a killer fawn. But I suppose one shouldn’t take chances? After all, there’s a *reason* for everything–like when Oregon guides issue warnings!) Btw, have you seen the movie, “Blindside”? You probably have, and so I imagine you loved the parts about Ferdinand. Heart!
July 25, 2010 at 2:57 pm |
Also, how high are those beans? Even full-grown beans aren’t *really* high–like waist-high at most? So . . . does that mean the fawn is really, really small?
P.S. I guess “waist-high” is relative . . . . 😉
July 25, 2010 at 3:00 pm |
Maybe he was waiting, like the rest of us, to lick your Monster-Cookie bowl! 😉
October 7, 2010 at 11:02 pm |
Peggy: I should have responded long ago about your height-of-beans question. I can’t remember how high Bill said they were but I’m thinking maybe around 24 or 30 inches at the time. I think my vantage point definitely made them look taller than they actually were at the time.