The wetlands area where Baloo and I walked together many late afternoons or evenings is teeming with many interesting kinds of life, both flora and fauna. And speaking of fauna...
... this quiet little creature was ensconced on the only little island in a very boggy patch, surrounded by croaking frogs and other water-loving things.
It didn't budge a bit, but stayed right where its mother had parked it watching me cross the footbridge.
I don't know whether Baloo would have noticed it or not, since the young fawns have no scent, but I felt very fortunate to see it taking its afternoon nap.
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