Brown lumps in the snow turned out to be the doe and her twins of last summer resting after a breakfast of stems. She seems to be the only surviving adult in the backyard now. And it’s clear from what she and her offspring are browsing on that there isn’t much available in the backyard this year.
I disturbed her morning ruminations by poking the camera lens out the window (brrrr…..)
She still looks in good condition, and the twins look like woolly bears with their thick winter coats.
Time to dig for some more buried stems — the doe throws up a cloud of snow with her front hoof.
Really? There’s something to eat under all that snow? This has to be really slim pickings.
Meanwhile one of the twins is browsing on buckthorn stems. Good! eat that weedy invasive right down to its roots.
Nope, a couple of bites and he was all done with this buckthorn branch. Oh well.
This youngster’s hair coat looks like it is 6 inches thick; no wonder they don’t mind the subzero weather.
Strangely enough, the deer didn’t help themselves to the feast of sunflower seeds that the squirrels scattered under the bird feeder. Missed a good meal there, dear deer.