A few days ago, when the snow melted, I found out that one of the neighbourhood fawns had perished over the cold months.
I’m weirdly tore up about it; I watched this particular set of three fawns grow up over the summer and I was really rooting for the smallest one because it was adopted by its aunt when it’s own mother (first time mom) stopped caring for it.
At the end of the day, I guess it just didn’t get enough nutrients (compared to the twins) to get big enough before the winter.


















