Each evening, two spotted fawns lounge or browse in my neighbors’ front lawns at the end of my street. Sometimes a slightly older fawn, still young enough to be spotted, joins them. Their mother leaves them to go browsing for dinner among neighborhood shrubs, and the fawns are quite brave about passing pedestrians. Cosmo, our new 4-year-old, poodle-mix rescue dog, they’re not so sure about.
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