I WAS STANDING IN MY GARAGE AT SIX THIS MORNING WHEN I HEARD A FAMILIAR SCREAM. I ran out to the driveway to watch a fawn run in terror across my front lawn and driveway, screaming as it passed ten feet from me. Death was following it twenty yards behind in the form of a dark-hued coyote. Silent and swift, chasing the fawn across the meadow behind the old farmhouse next door toward the pines. I didn't see the end. This is the third time I've heard a fawn scream. Twice from dogs, once from a coyote. It's a sound you don't forget.
Not fifteen minutes after this scene, two young deer appeared in my back yard. Grazing, watchful. Like drivers who pass a cop giving someone a ticket on the side of the road. He's busy with that guy, we're safe for a while.