There was a newborn in our woods. Could I find it?
It was on the kids’ last day of school that we first heard it. Husband Joe came inside asking: Is Dion blowing a horn or something?
No, Dion was asleep, his bugle lying on the floor.
Through the open door I heard the sound. Some sort of large bird – a goose?
A deer, Joe said suddenly, placing the sound....