If this story doesn't give you the "warm fuzzies," you are beyond help.
Late last July I turned the corner at the intersection of US23 and M-65, heading home from work. There in the road, stood a pair of wobbly-legged newborn deer, twin fawns, still wet from birthing, trying to gain control of their pitifully thin little grasshopper legs. They were oblivious to the danger they were in. They had no way of knowing that they were probably doomed to die, while very young. Most fawns are born in early June and do not have to share Momma’s milk with a sibling. Being... Sign in to see full entry.