I walked along this fenceline, in the woods (which we call The Grove), and scared up a deer when I entered the grove. It ran without looking back like they sometimes do. When I exited the grove, far right, I was looking around, then looked down, knowing there are spiny raspberry canes in the area, and, whoops, I almost stepped on a fawn! I quickly made a left turn and left the wee one. And it was small, the spine perhaps a foot long, so pretty darned young. I have every confidence that mom will return.
Been quite a while since this white birch came down and brought the fence with it. The chores never end around here.