Clara's Corner: The Fawn Died....see post below.

Friday, June 18, 2010

The Fawn Died....see post below.

Lisa went out to feed the baby deer this morning and it had died. She thinks there was something wrong with it was the reason the mother abandoned it. She is sad and so is Bella.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...: So sorry about the baby deer. I am sure the boys are upset, too. Maybe, the dog sensed something wrong and tried to comfort it. Most dogs would not be friendly to it. Have a good week, Clara.; 8:48 AM
Lola said...: So sad.; 10:42 PM
Latane Barton said...: oooooh, how sad. Poor little thing.; 10:21 AM

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