We are hunkered inside a ground blind - Primos' spacious Double Bull - presiding over a holiday parade of deer. First a family group of a doe and twin fawns, then a gaggle of adolescents, the young bucks sparring playfully and the girls alternately demure and boisterous. Then a trio of big 2-year-olds or small 3-year-olds strolled past, but got blow-up nervous at some unseen danger.
We've seen a tiny fawn bleat for its mother, milling around in front of the blind that we could bean it with a Wiffle ball. We thoroughly confounded it by making squeaky bleats back, and it replied with a mix of hope and fear.