While we were in Texas, I found a day or two old fawn under the back stairs of B's grandma's house. After an eventful day of family and graveyards, we returned and the tiny fawn was still there! I was scared for the poor guy. But after discussing things with B's uncle, he informed us that fawns this young are routinely left alone so their mother can find food and thus feed them. She came back at around dusk and was ready to attack us when she saw us so close to her baby. It was so beautiful to see those two in action. It really is the simple things.
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