Tonight I watched a group of eight white-tails feasting on late summer greenery. I walked slowly, tripod in hand. The two fawns, still with white spots, seemed more trusting of my presence, while the largest doe watched me carefully—guarding the little ones.
As darkness wrapped the rich blue sky, the wildlife around me emerged for an evening of hunting, gathering and playing. A beaver splashed its warning in the Pond, small green frogs retreated from the trail to the safety of the marsh, a downy woodpecker beat rhythmically on a birch and ducks flew overhead.