By Dave Bates For the Observer-Reporter Seeing a good buck in August may mean relatively little when it comes to harvesting said buck in November. Be that as it may, I am a summertime deer optimist. As we sit on our front porch on warm summer nights, I can’t help but get excited for what might lie ahead.
The parade of our summertime deer herd is enjoyed by the whole family. Call it a Greene County fashion show. The latest and greatest new additions are on the runway for us to enjoy.
As the tiny new fawns are spotted early (deer pun) we begin to notice them with more frequency behind our gas well. On warm afternoons I’ll occasionally hear the bleating of a fawn down in our creek willows. This seems to have become a good spot for deer daycare as mama leaves her little one alone while mom enjoys some needed me time, foraging about without little one pestering her for the never-ending drink of milk.
Dense cover, shade, and cool water all within a few steps. The first time or two I heard this fawn bleat I thought someone abandoned a baby. It didn’t take long to realize that mom is well about the place and she put junior in that spot for a reason.
No need for me to be monkeying about the sanctuary, fiddling with Mother Nature’s intended plan. We enjoy watching the young ones follow to suckle more than the old doe enjoys the onslaught. The old girl is a bit chafed by this time of the year and would like to be left alone or so it would appear.
But we are tickled by it, noneth.
