I went for a run a couple of weeks ago, and as I was coming around a curve I met a doe and two fawns. The doe darted across the road and into the timber, but the fawns seemed to be more interested in playing tag. They’d run ahead a little, duck into the timber and pop up behind me. At one point, one of them got close enough that it was almost touching me. I’ve got a rather healthy fear of being between anything and its mother, so I sort of yipped (I’d like to pretend it was some sort of formidable noise. It wasn’t.) and we went skittering off in different directions. Although both fawns continued jumping in and out of the corn and the trees, they stayed pretty clear of me after that.
Yesterday morning I went for a bike ride in the same area and again saw a doe and two fawns. I’m assuming it’s the same group, but I really don’t know. It’s not like they were wearing name tags. They were running next to the road, through a bean field. Even on a bicycle, I couldn’t possibly have kept up with them.
You know with the running and the bike riding, I sound rather athletic. I’m not. It’s actually more shuffling than running. And any time I’m riding the bike, I have a continous Wicked Witch of the West/Peewee Herman theme song running through my head. Which is why I’m generally laughing my head off for no apparent reason as I go down the road. It’s a good thing there isn’t much traffic other than the deer.