Fawn (Not Hall)

The first day I was in Ohio, I'm walking down this path through a field. I stop to take a picture of a flower, and I hear a squeaking noise beside me. I look down into the foot-high grass and I see something brown. I lean over to get a better look, and this fawn jumps up and takes off for the nearby treeline. I squeeze off a few frames, but the little thing is moving so fast and I'm so surprised that I don't get anything really good. These three shots are the best ones of my close encounter of the deer kind. You never know what you're going to run into.