If I were one of your fawns I would come up to the door and say Thank You. But perhaps that is what that look of suprise conveys - however, don't they always look completely surprised!
maybe they become tame when they always come to you. love those huge ears.
a little tame -- too tame, perhaps, for their own good -- hunting season begins in october, only for bucks -- but i had been sitting still and the wind was toward me and it's a tele lens and the one knew someone was there but not exactly who or what.
to *: those huge ears love picking up the sound of the smallest tweak of a twig!
and they rotate beautifully, like antennae
need to be interbred with bats! and then you could sell them to the CIA!
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