The day after I shot the photos of the huge herd of mule deer, I went back to see if I could get more pictures. Sure enough, I found some of the same deer. This time, however, there were a couple of young bucks with them.
This handsome 2×2 was wary of me, even if the does were not.
After one last look, he headed into the black oaks and disappeared.
He had a younger friend, a spike, who didn’t run.
Instead, he hid behind the skirts. The tagged doe on the right appears to be the grandma of this herd.
In the east, the moon rose large over granite peaks that guard Kings Canyon.
While overhead the red-tailed hawk circled, its sharp eyes scanning the hillside for a hapless rodent that might volunteer for the evening meal.