We are now on alert status around here.
The dogs have had the run of the place up until now and relish their animal feeding routines, morning and evening. But we have a situation.
The fawns are arriving, and I hear that mother deer take a dim view of dogs messing around with their babies.
Sunny and Ben are going to be very confused about being banned from the chicken house side of the yard for the time being. They think it’s their JOB to patrol the place. And they don’t complain about overtime either.
Anyway, here’s the first fawn of the season in the front yard.
We saw another doe in the field right behind this picture, who looked like she was ready to pop. We are guessing she is carrying twins.
It’s going to get really crowded around here I’m thinking.
S. tells me not to get too attached to the fawns, because bad things happen all the time with the babies. Mothers die, fawns are killed by other does, dogs go to the vet with injuries after run ins with the mothers. It’s a zoo out there.
I wish they would stay up in the woods where they belong. Especially now.
We can only hope to keep everyone separated as best we can. But there are no guarantees about these things when you live with wild animals in your front yard…