I think she is saying, “But, MAAAAAAMMM I really have to go.” So cute how her front legs are crossed. Just like a toddler.
I spooked the fawns a little so they walked up a trail. I followed them. We had a stare-out for quite awhile. I would like to put one of these little things up against a cat. Not sure who would win. They were making these adorable meeps like a squeaky toy would, communicating to their mommies.
Psalm 18: 33, “He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to stand on the heights.”
I even heard her swallow. She just pigged out. I wonder if she’ll get a tummy ache. Maybe she’ll get worms. Or maybe she’ll have a guilty conscience the rest of her life like I have. So sorry Mr. Beaver!