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A Fawn in the Backyard.

Fauna February 17th, 2007

The Girl took these pictures through the windows facing the back of the house. The Boy and I were out for a walk at the time.

Jeanie

that is the cutest thing!
i wish i had fawns in my backyard!
the only thing i ever get are sulphur crested cockatoos and pretty as they are they are very loud
Ameloblast

I can’t imagine how much noise a bunch of cockatoos must make…
Anonymous

amazing pics by the girl! we see cows out of our windows. and cockatoos do make an awful lot of noise. they kept us from sleep many times in the australian outback.
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