Last evening, one of our gardeners spotted a tiny fawn in our meadow. Adorable (apparently baby fawns weigh between 4 and 8 pounds) but now we must worry that the mother will attack Bodie if he stumbles upon the fawn in one of his "Snoopy in the pumpkin patch" excursions into the deep grasses.

We also must worry that the doe will get killed crossing our road, which has a steep hill that people gun their trucks to climb, blithely ignoring the 25 mph posted speed limit.

People: You kill the doe, you've killed the fawns. SLOW DOWN!