This morning I was awakened at dawn by what sounded like a baby crying on my doorstep. It was a baby all right--just not a human one. This itty bitty little deer was jumping around in the back yard, bleating its heart out. I'm guessing it got separated from its mama -- but it doesn't look like mama is coming back any time soon. In spite of repeatedly coaxing her to make her way back to a nearby park, she seems to have taken up residence in my yard. Twelve hours later, she is still comfortably settled in a cozy spot between two trees in the yard.
Things could be worse. This evening, the local news station reported a black bear sighting a couple miles from my house. No, I don't live out in the boonies -- it's just an ordinary residential area! There is a park close by though, so white-tailed deer are not uncommon here. The bear sighting? That was a first for this town.
I've got my camera ready in case it decides to be my next visitor. (And hope Bambi and Bear don't cross paths).
I think the blue eyes must be the deer equivalent of the human 'red eye'
caused by camera flash bouncing off the eyes.