Later downstairs, we ran into it's mother and the fawn itself in the designated "boys room" window, as they fed and explored their way around the house. George echoed the word "deer!" as I did (not all animals are 'doggies' I'm trying to teach him, but so far all large vehicles are and always will be firetrucks), and I was happy he could then place the visual and word of "deer poop" with the proper animal, as I've been teaching him not to pick up the many deer pellets around our property! He loves to throw rocks into trees and bushes, down hills and in puddles, but please please not deer poop!
Anyway, it was so special to see the mother and baby deer so close! The saw us, but didn't run, so I hope they feel as safe as they can on our property and we develop some mutual trust!