...someone is watching me!

Walking along the Little Miami River the other day, I was surprised when I glanced to my right to find this sweet fawn looking directly at me! Usually I hear white-tailed deer before I see them. Snapping twigs or the rustling of leaves on branches often announce them as they lightly make their way down well-worn hillside trails, never slipping, cautious and gorgeous, but sometimes a rhythmic dull thudding rises up from the lowlands beside the river, and I catch them running, their hooves pounding into the compacted and decaying leaves beneath them as they rush through—which is always the best! Watching a small family race through the green leaves, bounding over rivulets or fallen branches is spellbinding, but this encounter was pretty cool too. I have no idea how long the fawn had been watching me. She wasn’t afraid. Just curious it seemed. Eventually her mom and another fawn came up behind her and then they moved on, but she was last. After the other two past, she slowly turned and went with them.