The bride and I strolled to the ranch pond about an hour after dawn this morn to feed the catfish in the early cool.
At the spillway end of the tank we saw a fawn in its first moments of life as it struggled to stand and take its first wobbling steps.
After a few brave ventures, it sank into the tall grass to gain strength and comtemplate a new world outside the womb.
Life renews each spring on the ranch and we are but the grateful recipients of its bounty.
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