Not just one spotted fawn,
These four little babies were leisurely eating, completely unsupervised, in a field that I drove by on my way to the grocery store. Lucky for me, I had my camera handy and snapped a picture. I wonder where their mommies are? They're probably scouting out the best garden to raid when darkness falls. Sometimes I think the deer look at my planters and say to one another, "Oh! Look dear. (No pun intended. LOL!) A salad bar. How nice. I think I'll try one of each." Grrrrr...it's very maddening to work hard to make some thing look lovely only to have the whole thing munched down to nothing in a matter of moments. Oh, and if the deer don't like something you've planted, they pull it out by the roots and drop it beside the planter for you. How rude! As much as I love to see the deer, they are certainly little masters of destruction.
And speaking of unsupervised masters of destruction...Have you ever wondered what eleven year old triplet girls do when left to their own devises for a few minutes. Well wonder no more. First they take crazy pictures of themselves.
When the fun wears out of that, they harass the cat and take more pictures.
They think all of this is wildly funny. I think they are wildly funny. Tink the cat? Not so amused, I'm guessing.