Several days ago we noticed a prong-horned antelope lying still for hours in the field. Today I watched her eating for a while but not straying far and I got suspicions. Eventually a fawn got up wobbling around its mother’s legs. She spent time grooming it, at one point knocking it over, but it popped back up with the resilience of youth. In the evening, deer grazed near by… a peaceable kingdom, at least until hunting season.
