I don’t believe there is anything prettier in nature than a fawn.
In truth this little guy is one of a pair of twins. The other one is still hidden behind the log. It always amazes me how they just fade away into the background when they are still.
It had just rained and the forest smelled pungent, damp and sweet.
The call of birds and the steady drip drip from the leaves were the only things to break the silence. The little family passed by me and made not a sound… 