I think Bambi wants to play.
Here comes Bambi #2. I want to go out and feed them but my mom says we are not suppose to because we live in the city.
A thought from mom: Friend or Foe? While Sarah was ohhing and ahhing and sweet talking to the little baby deer, Bambi as she calls them, all I could think about was the 75 year old woman who hit one of these fawns with a shovel a few weeks ago just down the street from our house. Her actions resulted in it's death and her being served with animal cruetly charges. The story got national coverage and a huge out cry from local folks as well as much media attention from animal rights groups. You can read about it HERE.
The sad thing is we live in the city, a first ring suburb. The few green spaces we had just a few years ago have been taken over by new shopping destinations and housing developments. It does cause a shift in the natural habitat.
Just last week three adults, deer that is, came right up to me as I was unloading groceries out of my car in the driveway. It was a little frightening, especially knowing they are hungry, so I climbed back in my car and waited for them to leave. After what seemed like hours, probably less than five minutes, they started to s...l...o...w...l...y... mossy on down the cement street. I yelled at them, "Hey, next time maybe you could just follow me to the grocery store:)"
I wonder what Sarah would do if she encountered them while she is home alone? I try to not think about that kind of thing too much or I would never be able to let her grow up, never let her be on her own. And my point is that would be worse than encountering three deer in the front yard, even if one had antlers...B...I...G...antlers.