Monday, June 4, 2012
Season of the Fawn
All around us fawns are being born. And for years I've longed to come across one bedding down, legendarily frozen in form.
Although I didn't actually discover this one, a friend told a friend who told me where it was situated. And in classic urban fashion, it was three feet away from the curb on a city street, completely invisible to the unsuspecting pedestrian. The friend who found it just happened to be looking into the woods when he spotted it. And it never moved, even for three separate voyeurs.
It's a sweet notion to think all that high octane rut activity in the fall leads to such a vulnerable little creature and a delicate moment. The yin and the yang. Spring and Autumn.