The White-tailed deer fawns are growing fast. A few days ago, the mother deer with a single fawn visited the marsh. The fawn seemed confident, happily foraging away from its mom. I think the doe is trying to wean her baby because she shooed him away when he got too close.
Later in the week, the twins and their mother visited the lake in a thunderstorm. I was shocked at how big they are. The fawns are brave, too. Torrential rain, lightening, and crashing thunder didn't bother them a bit.
With the deer population increasing, my garden is in jeopardy, but the fawns are so precious, I don't mind a bit--they can have all my hostas!