One interesting thing about photographing these deer every chance I get is documenting changes in their appearance--seasonal and otherwise.
When Beck, Ellen's beautiful son, showed up on February 19, 2016, only his pedicels said he once wore a crown. I was surprised he'd dropped his antlers so soon.
At 2 1/2 years old, he's still slight enough to be mistaken for a big doe.
Oh how I would love to find the antlers that left those pedicel scars. I've looked. I'll keep looking. The snow queered my search. They show up best on sodden leaves.
Tell me where you dropped 'em, Beck. Please. I'll give you a little corn.
Here she is on 1/31/16.
I'll just love her as she is, and not hold back and hope for her to be any different or better. That's all we can do for the ones we love. Even, and especially, the ones we love most of all.