One of triplets. It did what its mother had taught it when it saw me: go under a tree, into the shade, and sit quietly.
This mule deer was just born. I was separated from the pair by the irrigation ditch behind my house. The mom and fawn are still in the neighborhood.
The only young mule deer I have spotted at the river.
Sometimes the best shots are out my bathroom window.
The next two pictures may be confusing.
Standing right over it, one can spot a Mule Deer fawn.
But just a few feet away can be another story.