Relative Something

I had my camera with me, but it was in my back pocket, and I had gloves on and was driving the diesel tractor. I hit the brake, dropped the throttle down and reached back to wrestle with opening the pocket. I was too late. Sorry, no picture.

But, trust me, it was a beautiful sight to see.

I had looked up from focusing on the digger dragging behind the tractor, and spotted a cute little fawn prancing in the open field in front of me. Momma was wandering across the edge of the field to the left. When I stopped the tractor, the doe picked up her pace and ran along a lane that had been mowed down along the fence line. The little fawn appeared to be fascinated with me, and was approaching, as I fumbled to get the camera out.

The momma stopped, did a quick 180, and bolted toward the fawn with aggression. The startled fawn leaped and turned to run away, before I could get a picture. They both stopped at the edge of the woods, and relaxed a bit, but they were too far away for my lens.

It was a treasure of a scene to witness on my property. You’ll have to take my word for it.