For the past several weeks we’ve had a pair of late-season twin fawns hanging out on our property. I watched them each day as they grazed in the back yard and napped in a shady area outside my office window.
I never did see a doe attend to them, so I wondered if they had been orphaned since they were born so close to the fall rut. Sadly, on a foggy morning this week one of the fawns was hit by a car on the road. Now, the remaining twin roams around the yard, keeping a similar schedule of grazing and sleeping but much less animated in its appearance. Before the one twin died, I enjoyed watching them play in the yard together and follow each other single-file on the trails. Now, seeing this one left alone saddens me, because I feel it’s just a matter of time. I’m not sure why, but when there were two they just seemed less vulnerable.