One of the fawns came to visit. Up close and personal. Even knocked on the door politely with a baby hoof before snarfling at the glass with a snotty black nose which had remnants of lunch (something that looked like a half-chewed blade of grass) stuck on top of it.
(S)he (I have no way of knowing) was literally less than an arm's length away. I could count the eyelashes framing that huge soulful eye.
We stared at each other for a moment, and then Baby pranced away in an endearing fashion, half shyness and half bravado, and sought shelter behind Mama, out on the dirt beyond the patio.
