We were out putting in some mineral licks on Saturday and I cut a chunk out of my finger. My BIL was helping me tape it up, when my nephew said quietly "deer". My BIL and I locked in on a doe that was about fifty yards away, and moved closer to my nephew. He pointed down, and five feet in front of us was a fawn curled up in a ball. Couldn't have been over a couple of days old, if that much. I pulled out my cell phone to get a picture, and moved about two feet from it to get a better angle. Stepped on a twig, and that little sucker was up and to it's mama in nothing flat. I love seeing these littlebuggers this time of the year.