This morning, as we drove into town, we surprised a doe and her fawn by the side of the road. Luckily, Laurie had the camera in his hand. Unfortunately, it wasn't turned on.
The fawn was so young it was still heavily spotted. I've never seen one like that before. It scrambled under a bush quickly, so by the time Laurie had the camera going, only the mother was left. And he got two halves of a doe. The head:
and the belly and legs, as she ran after her fawn. I didn't think you wanted to see that one, so I deleted it.
The fawn is like the birdsong from this evening, and the scent of wild roses in the twilight; something that lives in memory (mine) or imagination (yours).