It was an early morning in June, hot and humid. Not far from the house, at the base of an old oak tree, a sleeping fawn was curled into a tight ball. My husband had discovered it before light, and where it lay, we could see it from the garage window. It was a tiny one, the first we'd seen this year. We watched the little thing through the day. We've often heard that it's not wise to intervene on behalf of a lone fawn, as the mothers normally leave them in a safe place and go about their business, but now its easier to see why people do that. As far as we could tell, this little fawn was left alone just about ten hours, and we were wondering how it could stay hydrated on such a hot day. Apparently their moisture requirements are much different than ours. Finally, late in the afternoon, the mama doe came back. The thirsty little fawn drank its fill, then followed its mama into the woods. We love happy endings.