Motherhood

As I walked out onto our deck, a startled bobcat walked out from under it. It looked like a small tiger with its magnificent striping.

"Lois, there's a bobcat out here," I yelled quietly  to my wife.

The bobcat walked slowly to about fifteen feet from the house and gazed back.

Then, from the side of the house charged a doe mule deer. The bobcat was reluctant to move, but the doe was persistent and chased it away.

Maybe the doe was just protecting "Lightbulb" -- the fawn my granddaughter Libby named.