We has just returned to my folks cabin in the western North Carolina mountains from a dinner celebrating my Mom’s 85th birthday. A trip to the local BBQ restaurant … Willy’s … had left all four of us (me, my Mom and Dad, and my grandson) pleasantly full without the first taste of BBQ … catfish, chicken and veggies had been the menu items of choice for our meal.
We had parked under the carport and had all just gotten out of the car when we noticed movement behind us coming out of the woods and into the front yard … a whitetail deer … a doe.
Her movement was tentative but very intentional. She was walking slowly but surely toward us keeping a close eye on all of us … we were frozen in place. Within moments she was within ten yards of us and headed to the back yard … behind the barn. My Dad commented that she sees something … but what? It was out of our sight.
She kept moving with purpose and in a few minutes she disappeared out of sight behind the barn … for some unknown reason we all continued to be still sensing that God wasn’t done showing off …
A few minutes later she returned by the same path she took behind the barn … followed closely by a white spotted fawn that appeared less than two weeks old … then followed by a second doe. Which doe had we been watching before? The mom or the nanny?
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At this point, it didn’t take long to determine which doe was the mom … the fawn … Bambi … must have been extremely hungry. She ran along under dear old mom … the fawn’s head barely reaching her stomach but doing all that could be done to get the nourishment of the the mother’s teats. Mom sensed the nearby danger … us … and move quickly out of the lawn with he fawn staying between her legs and nipping at her all the way … putting as much distance between us and her as quickly as possible.
Meanwhile the other doe … the nanny … I would say the bodyguard … lagged behind … making sure she stayed between us, the mom and her fawn. Once they had turned out of the yard and back into the woods … the nanny doe pranced out of the yard with that whitetail wagging as joyfully as any happy dog I’ve ever seen … satisfied with a job well done!
And that was the Bambi encounter … thanks for showing off Creator God!