Remember my sighting of Bambi at our local golf course on May 28? (Click HERE to read it.) We were back there today and saw another one, or the same one (how can you tell the difference?)
Today’s fawn was larger (two weeks older?), but was lying in the same spot as before, under some trees between the same two fairways. We didn’t see it (good camouflage!) until Carol walked close and it jumped up and stared at her, ready to dash off.
Carol didn’t want to scare it so she managed to get my attention without shouting, and pointed.
The fawn just stood there, twitching its tail and staring at us as we moved slowly away from it. I’d guess it stood 16 inches high at the shoulder, and almost two feet high at the top of its head. Its belly and the underside of its tail were white; while the rest of it was a pale tan (I know—fawn color. I didn’t want to have to say it, but...) with lots of little white spots on its back.
Today there was no dash, no race with a car, no acrobatics or turns that defy physical laws. This fawn just looked around, moved slowly in and out of the shadows of the trees, and watched us walk away. When we later looked back we couldn’t see it, but Carol noticed a dark spot on the ground in the shade. We feel sure that was it.
So, for all of you who wondered if the fawn of two weeks ago was ever reunited with its mama or if it survived being spooked and racing into the forest, I think we can assume the best rather than the worst. I don’t know how fast they grow at that age, but the little one of the other post couldn’t have been older than a week or two. This one was still very small, but more mature.
I’d like to think it was the same fawn.
"And that will bring us back to doe!" (I never did finish that song last time.)
And for all you sports fans who really want to know, I had a lower score on the front nine than Carol! Yes, it’s true. No, I don’t care whether you believe it or not. The fact is; she was playing very badly at the start and my play was above average. So there! It CAN happen.
What? You want to know the score at the end of the round? Well, let’s just say that her score on the back nine improved by 12, while mine went the other direction. Okay, okay; if you MUST know, she won the round.
(But if we had quit after nine, I would have! So there!)