A night with a small fawn. I was doing my patrol of the property, which is quite big, my Dad was on the snowmobile making sure the chickens had enough food and water. I suddenly smelt something strange, as I got closer to the source of the smell, I saw a very small fawn covered in blood, there was also a lot of blood on the snow in the area around the fawn. I started by running back to where Dad was and barking and then running back toward the fawn. Dad followed me and he looked at the fawn, he thought the Fawn’s mother must have been hit by a car and miss carried, as there was blood outside of the direct area. Being cold dad rushed to the house and got some straw and picked up the fawn and carried it back to the shed where is was warm and made a bed. I stayed with the fawn the whole time Dad was getting everything ready. We then tried to feed to fawn some baby formula milk from a rubber glove with a hole in one of the fingertips. When Dad went to the house I didn’t want to leave the Fawn, and tried to clean it up by licking it. Unfortunately the Fawn died the next Night, my Dad said it was born way to early. Dad and I buried the Fawn in a niece place. When we go snowmobiling or walking around the property I go to the place most times just to check. At least it was warm and not in the cold when it died.