By Bill Diller
While traveling a country road near my home, just after noon on a warm June day, opportunity presented itself. My reason for being where I was appeared at the edge of a field. Wildlife!
I took a couple of shots, and the fawn looked like it was beginning to become nervous. I took a couple more shots and figured that would be it. Instead, the fawn came down the small hill and slipped into a dense patch of weeds in the ditch. At this point I was still sitting in the car, about fifteen feet away. I took a few more shots, and discovered I was out of film. I quickly reloaded, figuring the fawn would flee any second.
My trusty 70-210 lens had a minimum focusing distance of around four feet. I actually approached until I was closer than the lens’ minimum limit, and had to back off. Knowing it wasn’t a good idea to keep the fawn separated from its mother too long, I took a few more shots and returned to my car.
After all was said and done, I took about thirty photos of that precious, innocent fawn, most of which turned out fairly well. The whole episode took less than five minutes. It was exciting, and satisfying to realize that, because I was prepared, I had succeeded in capturing quality images of one of nature’s wonders, a newborn fawn.
Note: Text and photos are Copyright Bill Diller 2010