Stherious—like all colorblind predators will like, totally miss her! Unless…
They…
can…
smell…
TEH CUTE
Allen and Myra C.—Spot on.
If you squint, this fawn disappears
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oh my lord. . .the KNEES, people, teh KNEES!
awwwwwww snug snug snug
One, two, cha cha cha!
its my birthday !!
That back leg is SO “ehhhhhn”!!!
So sweet!! I took care of a fawn that had been injured. Her name was Jane Doe. They are VERY affectionate and LOVE to cuddle and be petted. They even wag their white widdle tails when they see you!
eeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! So cute…
I just want to touch!
you do the hokey cokey then you turn around,
and that’s what it’s all about
OI!
awwww…. i want a baby deer!
Either seriously tiny fawn, or seriously gigantoid clover.
Awwwwww the knock knees! Adorabubbles!
“If you squint, this fawn disappears”
But…but…I don’t WANT her to disappear.
I want to cuddle wif dis one.
Whoa. This baby’s legs are stheriously too long for it.
I’m told there is a fawn
It’s tiny legs upon
A clover-studded lawn
I hope it isn’t gone?
OMG SOOOO CUTTTEEE!!!
oh, and Aubrey, give up the poetry career. Not working out.
Oh deer, something to fawn over.
I’ve been here too long. The dreaded puns will run me over.
…Doe!
that’s fawn-tastic
I copied this and messed around with it on Photoshop, using random blobs of the surrounding green grass over the brown fur of the fawn. Pretty keen to see the fawn disappear except for the clover-spots and the cute.
Spotty beebee! I want leetle deerse kissies!
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, cut me some slack. I just got to work, I’m without coffee and without puddin. No need for you to start throwing fawn darts at me.
awwwwww!!! I wuv it!! Widdle behbee deer!!!!
No need to be de-fawnsive, Aubrey. Here have a Spotted Dick. Pudding, that is.
I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven!!! ^__^
Oh, and this is a very rare occasion, when Meg’s caption disturbs more than it amuses. Wonder if I’m the only one who can imagine the serial killer in the cell next to Hannibal Lecter, saying, “I can smell your cute.”
RedZ, yeachh–yr scarin’ me, girl…
[beeps fawn on the nosicle and smooches her hayd]
RedZ — no worries. Remember what happened to *him*.
Dr. Lecter finds Nuffs distatesful, Clarice.
>;-)
Aww! I’m very fawnd of him.
I have a soft spot for this fawn.
I can smell it! I can smell the cute!
It smells like the zoo.
Wookit teh wittle nubs where teh antlers will be!!!
Theo – Oh deer, you can only use the name Clarice *here* in reference to Rudolph’s girlfriend.
Spot on! I’m ver fawnd (fond)of this pic!
Oh dear! I kneed to cuddle him!
Redzilla – Ew, that’s not fawny.
Such a wee Bambi-no!
Bambi-YES!
How ironic that CO put up a picture of a fawn just one day after firearm deer hunting season started here in Michigan…at least this little cutie isn’t hanging off of a buck pole or laying the back of someone’s truck with a tag on its antlers!
Thank you, CO, for letting me see the deer for the deer.
Aubrey – Good one. Yay, you fawnd your groove.
Thanks! Pyrit, you buck me up no end.
Yeah, the timing on the picture was ironic. I too am from Michigan, and my route to work involves a 40 mile drive down country roads.
Hard not to see this little guy as future venison. He’s cute, and when he grows up he’ll be a beautiful animal. Hopefully with a healthy fear of tyvec tags and the front end of my car.
Pay no attention, Aubrey. I thought it was a doeling little poem!
And, your career as a poet is safe forever. Keep whitetailing away at it!
Nice, Lauri. Ten-pointer.
Too presh, sweet little woodland wonder – but here’s your Fact of the Day: infant fawns HAVE no smell; predators cannot smell their little bodies. (Not sure about the Cute, though…..)
Too presh, sweet little woodland wonder – but here’s your Fact of the Day: infant fawns HAVE no smell; predators cannot smell their little bodies. (Not sure about the Cute, though…..)
Too presh, sweet little woodland wonder – but here’s your Fact of the Day: infant fawns HAVE no smell; predators cannot smell their little bodies. (Not sure about the Cute, though…..)
Too presh, sweet little woodland wonder – but here’s your Fact of the Day: infant fawns HAVE no smell; predators cannot smell their little bodies. (Not sure about the Cute, though…..)
Too presh, sweet little woodland wonder – but here’s your Fact of the Day: infant fawns HAVE no smell; predators cannot smell their little bodies. (Not sure about the Cute, though…..)
Too presh, sweet little woodland wonder – but here’s your Fact of the Day: infant fawns HAVE no smell; predators cannot smell their little bodies. (Not sure about the Cute, though…..)
A bebeh with no smell? Who’d have thought? Thanks – I love ola-fact-ories!
BAMBI!
Watch our for Godzilla!
LB – too funny!
Oh, god, the TINY EXTENDED LEG. *dies*
Chortles galore(tles)!!!
Ola-fact-tories!!!
Clay Dowling: Another Michigander here on CO? Schweet! Where do you live?
Whoa, thats some leggitude.
Anyone spot a four-leaved clover?
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