Above is the proud mama of the twin fawns born in our back yard early this morning. She has chosen a spot where they are so camouflaged as to be almost invisible. If you click on these photos to enlarge them, you may be able to discern which is doe and which are little spotted fawns, still wet either from being born or from being licked by mama. She has been alternately licking them and leaning back as though exhausted, while they energetically nuzzle for food.
I took the pictures from an upstairs window so as not to disturb her. The last picture (below) may look as though she is posing for her portrait, but she had just caught on that I was there. That is a wary gaze she is turning my way. At any rate, we feel honored that she chose our yard in which to give birth. But, as Otto says, nearby Tilden Regional Park probably smells too strongly of mountain lions to seem safe for such a momentous event.
Above is the proud mama of the twin fawns born in our back yard early this morning. She has chosen a spot where they are so camouflaged as to be almost invisible. If you click on these photos to enlarge them, you may be able to discern which is doe and which are little spotted fawns, still wet either from being born or from being licked by mama. She has been alternately licking them and leaning back as though exhausted, while they energetically nuzzle for food.
I took the pictures from an upstairs window so as not to disturb her. The last picture (below) may look as though she is posing for her portrait, but she had just caught on that I was there. That is a wary gaze she is turning my way. At any rate, we feel honored that she chose our yard in which to give birth. But, as Otto says, nearby Tilden Regional Park probably smells too strongly of mountain lions to seem safe for such a momentous event.
