I know the feeling
Who can blame this young doe for its reluctance to face yet another day of icy winds and snow showers ... without even a blanket to hide under?
When I first spotted the doe out in our field Tuesday morning, I thought it might be injured, but it soon got up enough gumption to get to its feet and trot toward a thicket.
Apparently it just has a case of Season Affective Disorder, with which we can all identify.






