When the deer flies are bad? Why, you get to see a frantic little lawn Bambi, with much ducking and dodging and shaking of ears, running around your yard. Poor little critter was wild with the misery of the darned things, which I can attest are plumb awful.
He trotted around the lawn for a while and then ducked down into the brush, which was probably where mama left him in the first place. Wonder if this is the little one that was born up under the leaning tree in the heifer pasture. Seems like a good year for fawns.