Haven't seen them since about November. Yesterday Sheila and Jane showed up. Gave old familiar whistle and her old ears picked up and started walking towards the house. Wen't inside and grabbed the last sweet potato and a knife. It was just like no time ever lapsed. She would dip her head, I would talk to her and dip mine. Then she would lick her lips as I held the potato and knife in the air. When I cut a slice 3/4 of the way through and broke the rest, it was like an old calling sign. She walked up to within about 8'. After the potato was done I went inside and they fed in the yard for about another hour, then left. Two hours later they show up again and come up to the house to within 10' of the concrete. Only thing I had left was a regular ole red potato. She was happy to eat it, slice by slice. I think I noticed a little bulge behind the rib cage, so maybe we'll have fawns in the yard again this year. Didn't think she made it through the last year from age. Been a backyard fixture for 5 or 6 years now. Was nice to see her again. Here's an old pic.