Yesterday, coming out of a store, I met a doe and her fawn beside the parking lot.
|The youngster still has his spots. And what big ears they have!*|
This street is one of the busiest; there's always traffic. Just across the street, the machines are busy, tearing up the soil, preparing to build something large. A side alley leads to a parking lot, crammed with workers' cars.
And Ma Deer decided to take her youngster over there, away from me and my car.
|Fences everywhere; no escape but by the street.|
She stood on the side of the street, watching me, watching her fawn, watching the traffic, until it was safe to cross. Her fawn followed.
|"Okay! Coast is clear; come on, kid!"|
They crossed the road quickly, went towards the parking lot, then veered into a bit of bush, the fawn a few steps behind his mother all the way.
It was like watching a human mother teaching her kid to cross a street; good parenting, Ma Deer!
A store employee, going off work a minute later, told me that there's been a small family of deer among those trees across the street. She was glad the fawn is still fine.
*(I erased a couple of distracting cars out of that first photo.)