Rest and Wait...

Who's that resting on the deck rail,

 basking in the summer heat?

The Mourning Doves are plentiful under the feeders this year,

and in the gardens, snipping bean tops and stealing seedlings.

 In fact, they have become so comfortable that 

they even sneak a few shut-eyes just outside the door.

 It doesn't seem to bother this teenager at all,

as I step out to take a few images of her. 

 Finally she feels more secure way up high

in the spruce tree, looking down.

 I wonder if she lost trust in me?~~~

 or the young buck and his sister, watching

traffic as they wait their turn to cross the road.

 On second thought, lets head back across the field

and wait...

This time of the year, the young and old does

are cautious, as they hide their spotted fawns

in the middle of the fields, at the woods edge, or under the 

rhubarb leaves in plain sight for all to see.

The mothers graze all day, but never straying

out of the sight or hearing distance of their babes.

We have yet to see this young doe's fawn or are 

there two this year?  She will NEVER lie them in the same place.  When they are plenty big enough

to run like the wind, she will show them off.  It is late for such a show, so we wonder~~~have her fawns met their demise at the hunger of the wolves or the bear?  They too, have young to feed....

Until then, we wait.

Spring has gone, summer is here as we continue to~

Wait....