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Saw a newborn fawn today, early for Northern WI. Memorial Day weekend is when I normally see the first fawns of the year.

Does are about ready to pop here...

Saw my first blacktail fawn today.

Posted this on a thread this morning. This won't be the last one I see this time of the year because when I start cutting hay there will be some skedaddling out of the way. The alternative sucks.

Had a mom and twins in my backyard when I woke up this morning. I believe both were born last night with the youngest only hours old from the way the two of them were walking.

There is a lot of ground in corn now days, and most hay gets cut twice before I cut horse hay. Tough on the young out there. I am fond of the bob o links, love their song and flight. Most years their young can barely flutter when I am mowing hay, after the fourth.

Found these two a week or so ago while walking around. They seemed pretty fresh.

Way cool. Right up there with a beagle pup.

I'd love to see a picture of the piebald fawn when it is grown up.

Way cool pics.

Had fawns on the ground at least a month or more here.

You run him down for me and I will take the pictures.

CBMJR , Thanks for the pictures. Those "babies" are precious! I would get so attached and quick. My former husband had a pet deer that would come in and sit on their couch when they lived in southern Oregon.

I hope the piebald lives to adulthood. Many times they have some other problems to deal with too.

Neat captures there! Thanks for posting,

On a logging road in the high country of the Cabinet Range late one summer night in 1956, a new-born fawn blocked my way up a very steep incline.

Mama was stomping and snorting in the dark up on the high bank. The fawn � freshly licked � couldn't climb that bank. It tottered about but too slow to keep my pick-up from stalling.

I cut the engine. Left the headlights on. Got out and picked the fawn up.

It snuggled down in my arms as if we belonged to each other. That was exactly how I felt, too! Oh, how I wanted to take that li'l darlin' home! But I knew better.

I remembered all those allegations that new-born fawns had no odor, so that predators couldn't smell 'em. I thrust my nose into its coat and sniffed.

There was an odor, all right � very faint and indescribably appealing.

I climbed the high bank and set it down � one of the hardest things that I've ever had to do.