The twin fawns that have been strolling through my Tuesday evening golf games are growing up. Last night the were grazing, without their mother, along the eighteenth hole.
The Bird Creek course is built where there once was a farm and has numerous apple trees. The fawns, almost in a drunken stupor, graze on the windfall apples. They are either overly interested in the sweet apples or decidedly used to humans, because they are not scared by golf carts or golfers.
Wanda Hayes Eichler