So Wednesday night we were outside having our hearts broken by the absence of meteors at the peak of the Perseids when we heard what sounded like someone squeezing a very sad squeak toy over by the dying pomegranate bush. Over and over. Weird and a little scary almost. We snuck quietly back into the house for a flashlight and shone it around the back yard.
Over by the fence was a fawn--crying for his mommy!
We turned off the flashlight so as to avoid scaring him anymore and leaned back into our star-watching chairs very quietly. After a bit, there came the sound of careful steps through dry grass, and...no more squeaks.
I didn't know deer made any vocal noises at all. Did you?
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