I don't really know very much about mule deer. And I don't really care to either. They are such a nuisance around the house and garden that I wish they would just go away. People used to tell me though—and I don't know which people, just people—that deer would protect their fawns by hiding them in the shrubbery. The fawn would lay perfectly still and the hunter would pass right on by. Well, I figured it was mostly something made up by the people who made Bambi. And maybe it was. In any case, I was walking down off a tailings pile at an abandoned mine yesterday and I kicked up a doe. She bounced away through the serviceberry and out of sight. A minute later, I stopped to look at a small brown rock in the shrubs. Except it wasn't a rock. It was a fawn. Maybe there is something to that Bambi story after all.
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