The smallest fawn

I heard the crashing of a deer through the woods, spooked by the dog and me meandering around our back yard. Because I had seen a doe and tiny, wobbly fawn up the street earlier that morning, I peered into the woods.

Right near the edge where lawn ends and woods begin, the neighbor’s yard crew dumps grass clippings every week. I gasped (and then dashed inside to grab my camera):

The smallest fawn I’ve ever seen

Sometimes, you don’t have to look very far to experience something magical.