A curve or two from the end of one of the outlying roads I've explored, there is a wide, park-like field up against the hillside. There is usually a deer or two grazing under the trees. And today, one of them was a fawn, still wearing his baby spots.
The fawn is a lifer for me!
The doe saw me, but allowed me to tiptoe, hiding behind tree trunks as often as possible, half-way across the field before she took her baby off into the bushes.