[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 ...