The doe Pronghorn tentatively advanced from behind the grass-mantled knoll. From time to time she furtively glanced back in the direction from which she had come. Her conduct spoke volumes. So we waited. There was no picture making nor conversation carried out, just quiet observation. Then the reward for our effort rambunctiously materialized, seemingly to be spontaneously generated from the tall grass. The Bairn had arrived.
~ Anecdote and Pronghorn capture, The Bairn © Jerry L. Ferrara
I made this capture earlier in the spring  and when ‘the little one’ showed up I immediately thought of the Scottish expression for a child, hence the title, The Bairn.