Fawn

I'd been out this morning, wandering. (Even straying, you might say.) When I peered over my computer just now, to look through my office window, I saw an adorable little fawn, the smallest of the deer who regularly visit the backyard (one so small I've been concerned that she might not survive the cold winter months) looking back at me, expectantly. (At first, I thought she might be alone, but I soon discovered her mother and several others relaxing, hidden among the dry leaves that remain from autumn.)

It's easy, far too easy to anthropomorphise such behavior — but the deer have seen me emerge from the back door often enough that many now peer in to look for me when food has not been left.