Saturday, June 11, 2011

White-tail at ten o'clock

In the morning, that is.

She seems to be standing her ground.

Perhaps she ventured out for a drink, leaving a fawn in the woods.

Well, now she's headed back to the woods.

But she stops to look at us again.

It's time to go.  I don't want to separate a family.

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