At 7:15 this morning, a young six-point whitetail buck came to the backyard trough that our friend Harold put up for me as a wildlife “viewing” place. He and Buck filled it with corn Saturday morning, and I’ve been hoping every day to see something there. The buck had a long trail of “velvet” still attached to the right side of his antlers. I went for the camera to try to get a picture, even though the morning is very overcast and the only way I can shoot is through a window with a screen on it. By the time I returned with the camera, the buck had moved out of range, but this doe and her spritely spotted fawn had appeared. I wish I had a better picture. The markings on that fawn are gorgeous. Any morning that starts like this is a pure gift.