My Sunday morning walk started with a mama doe and her two little ones. They were grazing inside one of the fenced pastures at McDaniel Farm.
Mama got tired of being in the pasture before the babies did, and she hopped the fence, I think hoping that they'd follow her lead.
The babies hesitated at the fence and went back to grazing again on their own while their mama was by the edge of the woods.
Eventually one of the babies found a low spot in the fence and hopped over it to join mama, leaving the other behind in the pasture by itself.
The poor little one who got left behind kept looking and listening for clues from mama and trying to figure out a way over the fence. Then some runners passed by, so it started to panic and ran directly into the fence - right about then, I started getting nervous that things were going to take a turn toward something awful. I didn't want to scare the baby any more, so I stood still and hoped for the best.
After hitting the fence, the baby ran in the opposite direction from its mama and ducked under a broken section of fence, which only stranded it in a different section of pasture even farther away.
The poor thing was making the most pitiful noises calling for its mama, who was looking on from the woods and starting to look worried herself.
When the coast was clear, mama came out of the woods with her other little one and led the way to a safe spot on the other side of the pasture where the woods were thicker.
Finally the little stray found its way out of the pasture, and I was so relieved to see them all reunited! It was heartwrenching watching that little one panic.
Sunday was a busy day for animals - in addition to the mockingbird and squirrel you've already seen this week, I met a few other animal buddies.