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Still with momma…
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But no more spots!
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He/she is a little smaller than the other fawns.
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And I’m not sure if that has something to do with the fact that he/she is blue eyed.
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But they chow down everyday, twice a day.
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And as long as the deep snow doesn’t roll in too soon, all should be well.
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I thought maybe we’d seen the last of her.
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But no, she was out back stealing chopped up deer apples yesterday.
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She was back on the patio table.
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And there’s only one reason for that. Do you know how sick and tired I am of finding small pieces of rotted apple every time I sit down?
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And then of course there’s the poo.
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She leaves it there on purpose, I know it.
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And may I just say, sipping from puddles of rain water filled with your own poo?
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Not the least bit appetizing.
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And please note… in that last picture? She is literally pooping. Am I a great photo journalist or what!
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It’s been fun watching this little fawn grow up.
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Although sadly we’re watching his mother decline at the same time.
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Those blue eyes just slay me.
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Of all the deer we’ve had over the years, this is our first blue eyed visitor.
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Little one stays close to mom.
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Hope she’s around long enough to teach him what he needs to know…
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It’s turkey season.
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And that doesn’t bode well for our fine feathered visitors.
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Momma brought her seven babies for their first nosh under the bird feeders a few months ago…
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And they’re all still with her.
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You go momma.
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They’re comical birds to watch.
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Like big brown chickens who gobble instead of cluck.
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Though her babies are almost full grown, momma is still vigilant…
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And takes off at the slightest perceived threat.
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Picture of pretty backyard trees included… just because I can.
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Here’s our old doe coming out of the woods.
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She’s slow, but still gets around.
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And right behind her?
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Blue eyed Bambi.
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Fatten up little guy/girl.
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Parts of Maine are getting snow today. Winter is coming.
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Still spotted.
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Still a little eerie.
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But definitely different.
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Fall foliage and deer in the backyard.
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It’s a view I never get tired of.
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This is our dark doe. She’s a big girl, and I swear if you put a rack on her she’d easily be a healthy buck.
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The difference between her and our old doe is striking, and sad.
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But to each thing there is a season…
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Some deer and foliage pics…
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Just because.
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Little blue eyed Bambi is a regular now.
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And learning g to pose.
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While mom gobbles up some berries.
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The difference between her and a healthy doe is striking.
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This little buck is hers from last year.
Life goes on…
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We hadn’t seen much of mother red squirrel lately, which after the last pregnant photo I took of her.. was a very good thing.
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But she showed up yesterday…
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Looking kind of rough. Motherhood must be taking its toll this time around.
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Now if only I could coordinate her visits with this new addition to the backyard wildlife sightings….
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He could solve all our squirrel problems in one fell swoop.
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The late season Bambi is back and not looking quite so evil this time.
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Eat up little one, winter is coming and you’ve got a lot of pounds to pack on before the white stuff falls.
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The big buck was here as well.
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As was his son from last year whose felt is starting to shed.
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Hard to believe we still have a spotted fawn this late in the year. Makes me worry.
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Fall is here and with such a terribly dry summer the pickings aren’t good.
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The rut will be here shortly.
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And this guy will be very busy.
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No, it’s not me eating a meatless meat patty or getting down with the free Billy Ocean album the husband’s playing to torment me in his barn, man cave large building filled with crap.
It’s this:
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Eight baby turkeys on the run, headed straight for our bird feeders.
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Momma brought them up for a nosh for the very first time since we’ve lived here.
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And that, my friends…. deserves a blog.
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The little guys were so sweet.
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Scratching the ground and pecking for seed.
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They stayed close to mom.
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And braved the great wide open for a snack.
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When mom looked wary?
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Babies did as well.
And a few seconds after this riveting video that will cause my new found legion of YouTube fans to flee….
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Momma got spooked and gathered her chicks.
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Funny thing was, all the babies ran one way and she ran the other.
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The chicks gathered.
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Huddled, and plopped right down to wait.
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When the coast was clear, momma called.
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They ran back.
And before I could focus?
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Everyone went flying for the woods.
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