I was left alone for a couple hours before I heard the barn door open again.

There were three voices drawing closer to the door. One was Clint, and the other two smaller humans.

"Can I feed it?" The male one asked.

Clint appeared in the barred top of the door and unhinged it, "Not yet Cooper, maybe when it gets a little older," Clint told him as he walked into my stall.

He had a bottle. I was hungry.

I shakily rose to my feet with a small bleat, I wanted it.

Clint crouched in front of me, angling the bottle downward toward me.

I latched on and ate.

"Why does it always seem so hungry?" One of the smaller humans asked.

Clint watched me eat for a few more moments before he responded, "It didn't get much food before it came here, so it eats what it can get ahold of. That's why we time when we feed,".

I finished the bottle and stared up at him with big eyes.

"Why do we call the fawn 'it'? Is it a boy or a girl?" The smaller human asked.

Clint shrugged, "Because we haven't checked what it is yet," he responded.

The two smaller humans stared at him expectantly.

The three seemed to have a staring contest for a few moments before Clint sighed heavily and walked behind me.

I felt him pick up my tail, which caused me to bleat and jump forward.

"Yeah, yeah I know," Clint said as he put a hand on my back and moved back towards the small humans.

"It's a boy," he announced.

I flattened my ears and stared at him. I could've told him that...