As the sun slipped below the horizon, twilight began its ascent, bringing another beautiful day in the bay to a close. The mother deer, keeping her twin fawns within eyesight, stepped lightly through the brush beneath the old oaks, often pausing to sniff the air for the scent of a coyote. Early evening was when she felt safest to travel to the salt lick. Neighbors left the block on a well-traveled deer path far away from area flower and veggie gardens. This deer…