Shhh….

Bob had been scything in the NE section of land known as Vulture, when he came running up a bit panicked and said, “I think there’s something in the grass!” I returned with him to look, and clearly it was a fawn, sound asleep. With no doe in sight, we immediately thought it had been abandoned by its mother and called wildlife rescue. “No,” the volunteer at the other end laughed, “They typically hide their babies in the tall grass while they go out to forage, sometimes not returning for hours. Call us if it’s still there at the end of the day.” Well, it wasn’t… It was the first of dozens of fawns we found alone, sleeping in the grass in springtime…

When your super powers include camouflage, stillness, and being imperceptible to the sensitive nose of a coyote, you can sleep like this until Mom returns.