While herding cats this evening Hubby and I spotted this doe with her very young twin fawns. In the valley down below the loud fireworks were booming and it was scaring this momma. She was running back and forth not able to get away from the noise and protect her babies. I had wondered in the past what the wild animals thought of all the noise and hoped they interpreted it as thunder but obviously it's more like the sound of gunshots to them. Good thing the Fourth is only once a year.
And Her Never Ending knitting