A few years ago a fawn lost her mother and she hung around Martin's pen all summer. Since then we've had a fawn born back there with Solo protecting it (we wondered if it were 'our' doe) and when the shooting starts ,the does gather behind the dog pens.
This is one from yesterday. After I took this photo a few white tails sprung up in the trees. I hate to scare them and was sorry I took the photo, but a few minutes later there was the doe still standing there. It must feel like a safe zone to them and it is. The dogs were upset on and off all day with the loud shots that seemed so near to them, but all was safe here.
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