Sunday Best

When I looked out the window through the fog, I saw something move.
  A fawn was enjoying all the new growth on a tree that had been cut down.

Looking for the fawn as the sun burned off the fog, there it was.  
It fawn had moved to the back forty. 

(Everyone see that my leaves are already beginning to turn?)

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