Found him grazing alongside the road in Aransas.  A couple of adult females with him (he was noticeably smaller than they were).  I figure one of them was his mother.

Probably around six months old.  His antlers had barely broken the skin.

Cute as the day was long.  And not too worried about me, but neither were his female companions.  Ah, the joy of living in a wildlife refuge…

I crept up on them slowly thinking they’d flee, hence I was taking photos all the way.  Eventually I sat next to them watching, then I drove on by.  They moved a bit away from the road, but otherwise they paid little attention to me and focused on enjoying breakfast.

[white-tailed deer (a.k.a. whitetail deer; Odocoileus virginianus)]