• At six-fifteen this Monday morning I looked out the window before going back to sleep. My oh my,... a teensy whitetail fawn with bright red fur and many white dots jumped into view from behind the ancient crumbling stone fence. Jumping up ... and Up and UP ... then dashing here and there ... and in one place ... on skinny long legs ... jump, Jump, JUMP! The doe was a bit cautious keeping her eye on me trying to lead the excited new young one away from the human in the window. All she really could do was watch over this child of hers because he was completely occupied with a thrilling jump-jumping day! The sweetness of mother and child. Her concerns left as she resigned herself to nibbling the tenderest leaves on the tree branch tips freshly rinsed from the morning's misty showers. What a wonderful jump-jumping misty summer morning!

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