I had to run over to my dad's house this morning to help tag a new set of twin fawns.  We still have four more does expecting, so next time I hope to tag them myself instead of just getting a lesson from Dad.  This time it was a set of bucks, so we're in business.

So now I can add day-old fawns to the list of baby animals I've held in my arms.  One of them got a little alarmed when the tag went through his ear.  They bleat a lot like a baby goat.  The other one took it all in stride and went right back to sleep.

You might not think that a brown-and-white fawn could hide so well in dark green Bermuda grass, but they can.  We had to be right on top of them before we found them.

Unfortunately, I forgot my phone.  I could have taken some pretty good closeups of the fawns if I'd had a camera.  Next time, I promise.

Each fawn has to be cataloged after tagging, so we have a record of which doe it came from.  Another chore is that the afterbirth has to be buried so it doesn't attract scavengers.  Crested Caracaras (which we somewhat derisively refer to as "Mexican Eagles") are especially nasty.  They can be drawn in by the afterbirth, but they will also attack living animals if they are still hungry after they finish.  They won't attack adult deer, but they'll attack anything small and weak like newborn fawns.

Since it's technically illegal to shoot the filthy things, I always just yell and shoo them away without harming them.  Of course I do.