Fawn

We had a fawn in our backyard this morning.  No sign of the mother.  When we moved here, I wanted to try doing without a lawn.  We bought seed from a Wisconsin company that sold prairie grass and wild plant seed, intending to avoid a recurrent need to cut the grass.  We found that grandchildren can be lost in high grasses and asked a landscaper to take a look.  He said that many people desired the sort of plants we had grown.  He suggested we leave two large areas of wild plants but have small lawns we kept cut.

That idea has worked well.  It was in the wild plant area that our fawn settled down for a nap.  When it curled up for a rest, it was nearly impossible to see him (maybe “her”) except for the tips of his ears, perked up and alert.  When we checked later, he had moved on.