Late October through November is the peak breeding season for Whitetail Deer and gray, drizzly days are ideal for viewing bucks in pursuit of receptive does. I should say that this type of day is ideal only in the sense that the normally shy bucks are much more likely to come out in the open on a gloomy day. Unfortunately, the low light conditions are not the best for capturing clear images of the deer. When I saw this guy wandering past the window, I knew instantly what he was after.
He’s so focused on a nearby doe that he doesn’t even notice me at the window.
Their rendezvous occurs in the White Pine windbreak.
The fawns are content to feed on white clover in the lawn. Their spots have disappeared, but they still have the youthful appearance of fawns.
A commotion in the pine trees causes them to lose interest in the clover. They seem torn between a need to run and a desire to seek the safety of their mother.
The doe finally leaves the pines and enters the yard to feed. The buck has left some disheveled hair as evidence of their encounter. The doe’s leg has been unusable for months and I doubt that conditions will improve. She does a fair job of getting around and is obviously still desirable to the gentlemen, but she’s beginning to display a gaunt appearance. I don’t expect her to make it through the winter. It would be truly amazing to see her back next spring with another set of twins.
One fawn, still at alert from scary happenings in the pine trees, runs to Mama for comfort.
This seems a good time for one of those facts of life discussions.
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Camera Critters submission.
Late October through November is the peak breeding season for Whitetail Deer and gray, drizzly days are ideal for viewing bucks in pursuit of receptive does. I should say that this type of day is ideal only in the sense that the normally shy bucks are much more likely to come out in the open on a gloomy day. Unfortunately, the low light conditions are not the best for capturing clear images of the deer. When I saw this guy wandering past the window, I knew instantly what he was after.
He’s so focused on a nearby doe that he doesn’t even notice me at the window.
Their rendezvous occurs in the White Pine windbreak.
The fawns are content to feed on white clover in the lawn. Their spots have disappeared, but they still have the youthful appearance of fawns.
A commotion in the pine trees causes them to lose interest in the clover. They seem torn between a need to run and a desire to seek the safety of their mother.
The doe finally leaves the pines and enters the yard to feed. The buck has left some disheveled hair as evidence of their encounter. The doe’s leg has been unusable for months and I doubt that conditions will improve. She does a fair job of getting around and is obviously still desirable to the gentlemen, but she’s beginning to display a gaunt appearance. I don’t expect her to make it through the winter. It would be truly amazing to see her back next spring with another set of twins.
One fawn, still at alert from scary happenings in the pine trees, runs to Mama for comfort.
