[dropcap]S[/dropcap]top. Step back, and move away slowly and quietly.” Ron’s hushed and deliberate voice caused me to think, “Big rattlesnake.”
Fact of the matter, a camouflaged tiny fawn lay motionless in some tall grasses of our side yard, a few yards from where we had been weed-pulling around a decaying fallen tree.
The first time we saw such a sight, over 20 years ago, we planned a rescue for an “abandoned fawn”. I phoned a wildlife rehabilitator whose name we found on the Texas Parks and Wildlife website.
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