Drama on what used to be hole number one

I was outside readjusting the Japanese maple branches when I heard the distinctive howl of a coyote. I looked down at what used to be #1 fairway to hear the rumbling of a herd of deer that came to rest on #4 lot. They stopped and froze, looking back at the howling. Near as I can figure, the coyote had taken a fawn. He or she stood over the prey, howling like mad; the deer never moved, just stared.