Just a tiny bit of movement stopped me in my tracks. I stepped into the shade of a juniper tree and pulled small binoculars from my pocket. The sun was out in front of me, about 10 o’clock in the sky. The action had come from a patch of bright green grass about 50 yards away. I focused the glasses and realized two mule deer fawns were lying there, soaking in the warmth of the morning rays on an ...
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