Nature is a Harsh Mother

From our walk the other day there was this...

 

The remains of a dead fawn that Blonde Dog found.

You're probably thinking - How do I know it is a fawn?  The size was the give-away.  It was a very small deer.  And if I had the presence of mind I should have included the dog in the pic for scale.

Anyway I figured it was the earlier extended cold snap in January that did it in.  My neighbors concluded that cold wouldn't be a factor until later in the winter when fat reserves are depleted.  They suspect a wounded deer from a hunter or a car collision.

We'll never know for sure as all the other critters that live around here have been dining on it and there's not much left but skin and bones.