September 24, 2015

The fawn in late September...



... on his own now, not sure whether to take up the ways of the 2-footed human.

8 comments:

Ann Althouse said...

The video was taken on an iPhone by Meade, who was out mountain biking in the woods. There were 2 fawns, no mother, and they kept reappearing in different places (as much as a half mile way from the first). They seemed to be considering adopting Meade as their father.

Bob Ellison said...

Gobo?

rhhardin said...

The "We detected your video may be shakey do you want us to fix it" in youtube works really well, if you try it.

Carter Wood said...

Shaky? I think pizza. I think sausage. I think venison.

Yum.

Curious George said...

"Ann Althouse said...
They seemed to be considering adopting Meade as their father."

No. Maybe as their mother.

gerry said...

Hooved vermin.

Rusty said...

They have very bad eyesight and if you're down wind they don't know what you are. The foot stamping is a sign of uncertainty, nervousness. Stamp your foot back at them and shake your head and see what they do.
I've had yearlings walk right up to me and sniff me as long as I didn't move they'd stick around.

mikee said...

I drove the Baltimore-Washington Parkway from northern Bawlmer to Rockville, MD, every weekday for six years, and the number of long red streaks on the highway was nothing compared to the more numerous deer carcasses along suburban streets, because the speed of cars on both was about 70mph in the early hours of each commute. Deer can't compute vehicle speeds above 50 or 60 mph, according to scientists who study that sort of thing.

On my commutes I personally never came closer than 6 inches or so from a collision between my very small Honda Civic and a deer. But I came within a yard or less more times than I like to remember. My manager lost a front fender to a buck that hooked his sheet metal and sliced it from bumper to door. Suburban deer should be shot using night scopes and suppressed rifles, with no season or limit, as far as I am concerned.

The largest live whitetail buck I ever saw was a block from my factory in Rockville, crossing a six lane highway at 6:30am on a Monday morning as if on his daily commute, which he probably was.