They really are quite curious, both cat and deer. Faithful readers will remember how Oliver used to be followed by Tigger on our forest walks.
She stood for a long time. The deer called her friends over to check out this strange little thing.
Dorah sits under the bell, at first, then moved for a closer look. The bell hides our well head.
Dorah was fascinated, too.
Eventually, after about ten minutes, Dorah headed under the spruce tree, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. The deer followed her around to the tree. I went out and the deer took off.
These two were on the other side of the tree. Check out her wound. I would think it was from fence wire. She seems fine. Hopefully, the fur will grow back soon. It doesn't seem to bother her. Her fawn is small compared to the other yearlings out and about. They are born and appear in spring, around May or June.
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