We traveled “up north” over the holiday. Driving from one country cemetery to another, on an old two-track we saw a flash as a deer jumped off the road in front of us. Just ahead, in the road lay an new fawn. Papa came to a stop as the fawn struggled to it’s feet and headed for the woods. Papa grabbed the camera and got a few shots of the little fellow before me moved on.
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