Paint It and They'll Come

This morning I went to a site closer to home, a field off of Luce Road in Williamstown, MA.  When I was nearly done with the painting, I heard a loud snort.  A deer and her fawn had come out of the corn field next to where I was set up.  The fawn, reacting to the alarm, ran towards me while mother ran back into the corn rows. When the fawn saw me, it stopped abruptly.  I said to it, "You are indeed beautiful," and the fawn hesitated for a few seconds before turning around in the general direction of its mother.  This is a 12x16 oil on panel.