This afternoon I saw two absolutely charming
tiny spotted newborn fawns, eating a neighbor’s
flowers. In the dappled sunlight, they could not
have been more entrancing – yet, they remind me
of the canary in a coal mine.
It’s almost August. There shouldn’t be newborn
fawns now. And, of course, they should have
somewhere else to eat besides a built-up suburban
neighborhood.
Is it overdevelopment ? Global warming?
