They were fearless these little fawns, standing by the side of the road as we drove past, Cheyenne and I.
It's difficult to tell how small they are lacking any perspective, but let me say they stood probably less than three feet at the shoulder.
It must be the time of year, I saw another tiny fawn near No Name Pub after I crossed the bridge back to Big Pine Key.
It was a rainy day and with the dog walked I spent my afternoon on the couch with tea and a book. The fawns? I have no idea how their day went, grazing probably as deer do.