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A Writer's Notebook

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Hiding Twin Whitetail Fawns and Twin Newborn Fawns by Michael Dougherty

My father didn’t hunt deer all that often, and he avoided does in winter altogether if he could help it. As a shivering child with a grumbling belly and empty pockets, watching a meal and income prancing beneath our blind without Dad so much as raising his bow, I asked him why, and he promised me an answer in the spring. Six months later, my breath caught in wonder as he showed me two fawns curled together between a fallen tree and a patch of wood violets, the bright black snout of one tucked beneath the delicate eye socket of the other.

~When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun, Chapter 11, “Scarlet Ribbons”